//------------------------------// // Gah // Story: The (Supposed) Dangers of Humanity // by Mr Anomalous //------------------------------// Gah: Gah. Never have I wanted the New Lunar Republic to strike right then and there and slaughter Celestia. What a judgmental....what a judgmental cuss. It was a dream for Hades's sake. A freaking dream. Yes, I slaughtered many people, yes, I burned everything, yes, I conquered everything else, but I'm harmless, I swear! I'm a fracking teenage boy, of course I'm violent! Apparently kids weren't like this in Equestria. I wish I could Fus Ro Dah my way out of here. Wait... "FUS RO DAH!" Nope. Force? No, no force. No telekinesis either. I began to look around for a place to escape. It was all in vain. Of course, I should have expected something like this, I mean, take my world and compare it to Equestria. Violence? Yes, yes indeed. But still, wasn't Celestia being a giant hypocrite? I mean, she's always preaching about how you should accept ponies (or humans) no matter what they act like or look like. Then again, I can see how much of a threat that I could pose to her and her subjects. But I still wished the NLR would come. There's another thing that's being going on in my mind: is this canon Equestria, or some alternate one? So far, it seems canon, but I'm not super sure right now, not enough evidence as of now. It was approaching nighttime, but I, as you might be able to guess, was not able to sleep. I decided to try and get up and see through it. It was pretty high up in the wall, but I thought that maybe I would be able to jump up and grab the windowsill and, thus, be able to haul myself up there. Nope; too high. I looked around and saw an old, wooden crate in the corner. Not sure what, if anything, was in it, but I could pull it, and pull it I did. After some grunting and scraping, the crate was positioned just below the window and I could finally get up. I crossed my arms over the window sill and held that position, my feet dangling in the air, just above the crate. Outside it was dark and snowy. The cold didn't come inside, probably one of Cruelestia's spells, but that's not what was on my mind. What was on my mind was my house: I could see it. Huh. I un-crossed one of my arms and grabbed ahold of a bar. What happened next was...interesting, to say the least. I heard the sound of stone scraping against stone, and some dust fell from the bar. Then, the bar detached itself, and fell inside the cell with a loud clang. I winced at the loud sound an quickly surveyed the room behind me. Whew, no guards. Still, they should probably keep a higher maintenance up around here. But...hey...I think that if I... I could fit my head through the bars...maybe... Yesssss. I could fit! The drop was only about five or six feet; easily handled. My body slid through and I hit the grass with a thud. Never before had I ever thought that I would want to escape the ponies. Oh well. Time to go Rambo Commando: Snow and Ponies Edition. [/hr] I stalked through the quite night, going house-to-house, attempting to find something useful. Every single door was unlocked. How convenient. Frankly, I'm surprised that no alarm or anything went off. Sadly, it seemed as if I was not going to find anything useful beyond some kitchen tools and food. I decided to hit two more houses, and then hide out in a sewer or something. Fortunately, I finally found something that I was looking for in the next house: a coat. It was made to fit ponies, so the arm placement was a bit awkward, but it still fit. These dang ponies live in a frozen wasteland and only one in the entire Empire has a coat. Genius. I managed not to disturb any snoring crystal ponies and managed to gather up some gear: a coat, scarf, a bag, a bit of food, some tools, and a spear from a snoring guard. Again, the lack of security here amazed me, because of that, and on account of I could leave the shield just fine. Okay. Now to fortify. [/hr] I ended up having to make two more trips to the Empire for extra supplies, but I eventually had a base of operations. When I had made it back, there was snow piled up on the walls, and that gave me quite the idea: cover the entire house in snow. Surprisingly easy, just time-consuming. Eventually, the only exposed bit of house was the chimney. I stood back admiring my handiwork. It was a bit strange to have a random pile of snow in the middle of nowhere, but more believable than an freaking bleeding house. I looked around and found the little cliff where I had unintentionally attacked Shining Armor (arsehole) along with some other things. Like a couple more short cliffs, some drifts, and some pretty interesting, though small, stone ruins. Not sure where they came from, but there was nothing of interest in there. I decided that the small, ruined tower would be my back-up area if my house fell. I wasn't able to find anything else, so I went back inside. I checked my dad's guns (to scare them, if needed) and brought them and all of the ammo to my room. Just a little .20 Gauge shotgun and a 30-06. I brought all of the food from my fridge and put it next to an open window in the living room so they would remain cool enough not to rot. I went outside and found a froze-over lake nearby and chipped a hole open with the spear I had stolen. I didn't see any fish at the moment, so I just went back inside, bored, despite all that was going on. I spent some more time heaping barricading the doors and windows with furniture, and I was eventually back where I found myself: back in my room, albeit much colder. And without a functioning computer. Waiting for ponies to show up and capture me. Again. Gah.