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    the corvette man

    Greetings, all!  I'm one-and-a-half months from graduating, and will be able to write more for all my stories once I do!

    In the meantime, I'd like to share something with you all about my life.  It isn't a happy story, but it isn't sad, either.

    It is simply a story about life.

    Prior to joining the Navy, I was a volunteer firefighter.  I served for about a year before I left home to make my way in the world.  I met a lot of great people during my time on the force, and had tons of crazy experiences -- some of them good, some of the bad, but I like to think all of them were needed.  For a small town volunteer service, you'd think it wouldn't be that exciting.  You're right, it wasn't.  Most of our incidents were (thankfully) routine... but every once and a while, along comes The Big One.

    Let me tell you about the corvette man and how he died.

    I was eighteen at the time.  It was the end of summer, the last breath of golden warmth before the New England frost hit.  Senior year was starting up, but I wasn't really bothered by the academics, and generally ignored school, much to the chagrin of my mother.  My days were spent down at the local boathouse rowing for the crew team, cruising the streets with my friends late at night on some weed-fueled fast food binge, or simply kicking back in my hammock with a good book.  It was heaven; I was tan, fit, and content with my place in the world.  But it was also boring.

    Guess that's why I felt some relief the day the pager alarm sounded around seven at night.  Despite knowing I was missing dinner, I raced into the house, threw on a pair of flip-flops, kissed my mother goodbye, raced back outside, and took off in the family station wagon, tire screeching around the corner as blue lights flashed across the roof.  I knew the way to the station well, by now.  It took me exactly three minutes and fifteen seconds (I often timed myself) to come to a halt in the parking lot, hastily stumbling out the door and opening up the bay with my fob key.

    Our station had two engines; Engine 3, a heavy brush truck meant for offroading it through farming fields, and Engine 7; the baby of the fleet, a shiny new all-purpose firetruck.  A jack of all trades, master of none.  I loved that thing like a child.  A Probationary Officer at the time, my job was to ride in the back, five-seat, and if we were responding to a real fire, wield the irons (axe and halligan) as we rolled up to a scene.  I would be in charge of opening the door with the irons if it were locked, and using them to patrol the outside of the building.

    There was only one other person in the bay.  His name was John, and he was three months from retiring.  He was 69.  He was so short, the guys had to make him a special stool to climb into Engine 7, which he drove.  It was Tuesday, which meant the rest of the department was on the other side of town, at a training op.

    He took one look at me fumbling to hop into my gear, and said, "Hop in the front, it's just us tonight."

    I'd never ridden up front before, in shotgun.  That was the Officer's seat.  He controlled the lights and horns and other functions of the engine, and also commanded operations from the radio there.  Still, I climbed aboard just as the truck rumbled to life.  "Engine seven, dispatch.  Responding with two," I said into the radio.  First time I'd ever used that, too.

    John laughed at me as we pulled out, saying we'd need the sirens on.  I obliged, flipping the switch and ripping the horn cord with gusto.  The banshee scream of a fire engine on response echoed across my sleepy town with all the power of a realized childhood dream.

    The details came fast over the radio.  John swung the truck into a turn and we headed off to the scene.  It was a reported car wreck, at an intersection in the east end of town, by the soccer field in the woods.  It sounded bad.  Ambulances were already en route.

    An engine from the next town over beat us there, having been driving back from a meeting somewhere and overhearing the call.  It wasn't uncommon, different fire departments helping out others.  I doubted I would have been able to do much good, looking at the scene as we rolled past.

    Several firemen were hunched over the ruins of a corvette, ripping out the door with some Jaws of Life.  Something red and pale was inside, unmoving.  Ways away, a soccer-mom minivan hunched over in the street, front end crumpled.  It looked like the corvette had tried to cut out of an intersection without checking, and gotten t-boned by the van at full speed.

    John's face was grim.  "Gonna need Lifestar."


    "Fiberglass body," was all he said.

    We parked the engine about a hundred yards down the road, in the dirt parking lot of the soccer field.  We got out and he started setting up cones, I diverted traffic.  By now, dark had fallen, but the area was awash with pulses of hot blue and red.  The Captain eventually showed up, barking orders through his megaphone as more teams arrived.

    They got the driver out after some time.  I could hear the tearing of metal all the way down the road.  Someone brought out a stretcher.  John came up to me in the street, telling me to go back the the truck and turn on all the scene lights.  "For the helicopter," he explained.

    I did as he told, and the dirt lot was soon illuminated by lights powerful enough for a stadium.  Almost immediately after I'd done so, a heavy whud-whud-whudding split the air.  A chopper descended out of the darkness, like it had been there all along and had only recently decided to drop down and show itself.  How a helicopter snuck up on me like that, I'll never know, but I was too busy trying to keep my helmet down to wonder.

    Why it landed in the dirt and gravel parking lot and not the soccer field is something I will also never know.

    The chopper kicked up a wicked storm of dust and pebbles.  From behind my visor, I could hear the sound of them pinging off myself and the truck I crouched at.  I'd never seen one this close before, much less one landing five car-lengths away like something out of the desert wars.  

    They brought the stretcher in as soon as the blades stopped rotating.  I remember perching on the pump console to get a better look at the victim.  I remember thinking to myself how a person should probably not look like ground beef.  I remember John patting me on the shoulder and nudging me back into the truck as the chopper took off.  I remember getting out at the station, and suddenly realizing I'd left the windows open when Lifestar landed.

    I spent an hour cleaning out the interior of Engine 7 with a cloth.  Thinking, mostly.  About corvettes and life and men made out of meat.

    We later found out he died.  Most of his right side had been decimated by the collision.  Shattered bones, pulverized organs... it wasn't a painless death, either.

    John took me aside before I left for home and told me I'd done a good job that night.  It meant a lot, coming from him, but I didn't feel like I'd done anything worth commending.  "It's never easy seeing people like that poor man," he said.  "But that's why we're here; to help them."  After a handshake and another pat on the shoulder, I drove home.  This time, far under the speed limit.

    Things were calm after that.  I entered the house, tossed my stuff on the fireplace, and sat down at the table as my family just finished up dinner.  Burgers tonight.  I looked down at my plate, at the untouched meal, and was reminded of the man.

    My mother asked me about the call, told me I seemed really out of it.  "Are you alright?"

    I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "Yes."  I took only one bite out of the burger, before wrapping it up for tomorrow, leaving the table as everyone else did.  My stepfather looked worried (he could always read me) but I assured him it was a fantastic meal and I was simply tired from the call.

    That night, I lay awake to the sound of crickets, red and blue dancing on the underside of my eyelids.

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  • ...



Dear Reader,

On my first day in Equestria, I had my throat torn out.

I know, huh?  Not what you'd expect from a cartoon world of happy, carefree ponies who learn about the magic of friendship.  Nope.  I get baptized into my new life with a fight to the death.  What a way to roll out the welcome wagon.

Anyway, I suppose I should introduce myself before I begin recounting my tale.  I am a diamond dog, in case you haven't noticed.  I used to have a human name, just like you, but...I'm not that person anymore, so we can forget about it.  You can call me Echo, if you want to call me anything besides "doggy," "boy," or "fleabag."  And no, I will not fetch the god-damn stick for you.  Get it yourself.

I'm sure you've read those stories about other humans who somehow stumble their way into Equestria.  I'd like to tell you right now that absolutely ninety-two point eight percent of them are completely wrong.  Let me guess, they followed the standard "wake up in the Everfree" shtick?  Maybe they're still human, or they just wake up as a cute, cartoon horse with a tattoo on their ass.  Or even, after some awkward shenanigans around Ponyville, they are turned into a pony so that they can spend the rest of their four-legged lives with their beloved, undoubtedly a member of the Elements of Harmony?


And, unrealistic.

The reality is, the few humans who do end up in Equestria rarely have it so easy.  Usually, they end up like me.  I don't mean as a diamond dog, either.  More often than not, they end up dead or bleeding out on the side of the road.  You see, Equestria isn't really the happy-go-lucky, peaceful realm of rainbows and puppy dogs.  Well, admittedly, it looks that way, but that's besides the point.  Equestria is just as dangerous, if not more so, as Earth.  All those big bad monsters that run around willy-nilly cause a lot more havoc than you'd think.  And Discord?  Oh, man, that guy has got to be the biggest dick in history!  (Counting Earth and Equestrian, of course.)  The ponies you know so well?  The only really difference between them and us is that they learn their lesson if you drive it into their skulls hard enough.

They can be just as prejudiced, just as spiteful, just as cruel as the average human.  Greed, violence, and even racism can be seen in some of the more detestable examples of equine life.

Thankfully, a significant number of them aren't like that.  At least, they aren't that way to me anymore.  Not after I've carved out a place for myself, earned their respect and trust, yadda yadda yadda, that sort of thing.

Bottom line is, Equestria is eerily familiar to Earth.  And yet...different.  Mercifully different.

My first day there, I found this out the hard way.  Why do you think I'm writing this with a claw dipped in ink?  I haven't been able to use my throat for anything besides howling, whining, growling and eating for decades now.

So sit back, relax, and try not to get the facts mixed up with the truth.

My name is Echo.  I am a diamond dog.

And this is my story.

#1 · 141w, 2d ago · · ·

Finally a story that brakes from the mold of happens I congratulate you good sir.:trixieshiftright:

#2 · 141w, 2d ago · · ·

Yeah finally a story that involves the person being a diamond dog. Yesh.

#3 · 141w, 2d ago · 1 · ·

"On my first day in Equestria, I had my throat torn out."

THE END :derpytongue2:

#4 · 141w, 1d ago · · ·

This actually addressed almost all the complains I have with normal HiE's! :pinkiegasp:

People seem to use the same cliches over and over again. But to be fair, it's kinda hard if everyone had to be original :rainbowwild:

Like where this is going, will keep reading :pinkiehappy:


#5 · 141w, 1d ago · · ·

Oh sweet baby Jesus this story is amazing already.

#6 · 141w, 1d ago · · ·

Well im that univirse must suck...

#7 · 141w, 1d ago · · ·

It's a nice change of pace to read a HiE fic in which the human is changed into a non-pony.

That second line, what a way to begin a story.

#8 · 141w, 20h ago · · ·

Dang... o.o

must read more


#9 · 141w, 11h ago · · ·

how about 'girl' :3

#10 · 140w, 6d ago · · ·

i use to be a human just like you. but then i took a gash to the throat.

#12 · 140w, 6d ago · · ·

can i call you 'gertrude'?

#13 · 139w, 5d ago · · ·

The title,picture,and the fact that he is now a Diamond Dog got my attention

#14 · 139w, 3d ago · · ·

HOLY SHIT... how the HELL did someone come up with THAT cover art?!  Nice.  Tracking!

#15 · 139w, 2d ago · · ·

Awsome story, all hail echo the dimond dog:pinkiecrazy:

#16 · 139w, 1d ago · · ·

now what if someone ends up a minotaur or hydra or other non pony ceature Hmm

#17 · 139w, 1d ago · · ·

Man this story was enough to make me join this site. Keep up the good work man!

#18 · 134w, 5d ago · · ·

Wouldn't it be "Bottom line is, Equestria is eerily similar to Earth."?

Aside from that, good intro (Goes to read more)...

#19 · 134w, 1d ago · 1 · 1 ·

I have not yet read the rest of this story, (only this prologue) but I have to say - this is not how you should start a story. One, its insulting to other writers who may be making a HIE story, and two, its completely jarring for the character of the story to be directly communicating to the readers. This should be an author's foreward or note - not the prologue of the character talking this way. It almost sounds like a summary you would find in the back of book of some sorts, but its not even that since usually a passive narrator would be doing that, not the main character. Lastly, you're giving away good details of the story in such a concise manner without detail. This whole part sounds like a story description, yet its the prologue. If you want to pull people into reading this story, that is what the description is for. The prologue should be a initial setup that leads into the events of the beginning of a story. I can admit that this prologue does that to a certain extent, but for all the reasons I already laid out above, it still leaves a bad impression on me.

I'll read on since I like the idea of the plot.

#20 · 132w, 5d ago · · ·

this must be gud story if i can read and re read it :moustache::moustache::moustache::moustache::moustache:

#21 · 131w, 3d ago · · ·

WOOT! a mute protagonist! One more Gordon Freeman to love!

#22 · 131w, 1d ago · 1 · ·

I've heard a lot about this story. Now it's time for me to read it. :moustache:

#23 · 131w, 2h ago · · ·

Wow... I can tell this is going to be good...

#24 · 130w, 4d ago · · ·

just started this fic and I gotta say, this sounds like its going to be an epic story

#25 · 129w, 3d ago · · ·

Hey! The best line ever!

"And no, I will not fetch the god-damn stick for you.  Get it yourself."

I found that line hilarious!

This story looks promising!

Onwards and upwards!

#26 · 128w, 4d ago · · ·

I thought that read to say that Discord HAS the biggest dick.

#27 · 127w, 15h ago · · ·

wow... Bummer about the whole "throat getting ripped out" thing... Hope it didn't go too badly for you.

#28 · 126w, 5d ago · · ·

Hmmm not a bad start. I give the prologue a thumbs up. Let us continue to see how this story fares.

#29 · 122w, 19h ago · · ·

starting the story with... ''im (X) and this, is my story''

its sounds epic... even if you gona talk about a rock... the begin sounds good but let see if it is more intersting than my sample about the rock...

#30 · 121w, 11h ago · · ·

And thus the chess game of the gods "GGG" was born!

#31 · 120w, 6d ago · · ·



#32 · 116w, 4d ago · · ·

Found your story, thought it looked interesting, read the prologue. I was right! it is interesting! Thought about it for a second, read the beginnings of my story... every. single. one. of those unoriginal ideas you stated are in it. Time to start brain storming again...

#33 · 114w, 3d ago · · ·

I absolutely love that paragraph detailing "ninety two point eight percent" of the HiE stories, successfully makes the whole algorithm simpler. Now with crushing sarcasm!

>>Headcannon.exe updating....

#34 · 113w, 3d ago · · ·

First paragraph, awesome, awesome, awesome.

#35 · 107w, 4d ago · · ·

I do not rate prologues or epilogues but I belive it is an excellent start to a story and I love your accuracy on my beliefs of that there are no perfectly happy lands there has got to be a line of reality

#36 · 103w, 2d ago · · ·

>>403543 This is a type of prologue used by tons of books. Its the main character looking back from the ending and telling the story.

#37 · 101w, 2d ago · · ·

Also, i agree completley with Rainbow_Dastrution.

Brilliant work, Can't wait to read the rest!

#38 · 79w, 3d ago · 1 · ·

On my first day in Equestria, I had my throat torn out.

This is my exact reaction.

#39 · 78w, 4d ago · · ·

Just the way this was written I can tell the story is gonna be fan freakin tastic

#40 · 78w, 1d ago · · ·

:facehoof: What can I say... people are dicks.:moustache:

#41 · 74w, 6d ago · · ·

I saw this when it got featured, and ignored it. I saw this mentioned on several different websites, and I ignored it. Then I started reading one of the other fics set in this universe. It mentioned Griffin the Griffin. THAT fic mentioned this one. Time to read the root of the Yggdrasil that is the Chess Game Of The Gods.

#42 · 74w, 1d ago · · ·

I recognize the title, but I don't recognize the writing. It's good, though, and I shall forge onward.

#43 · 72w, 1d ago · · ·

youwantthestick? GO FETCH IT!


#44 · 68w, 6d ago · 2 · ·

Finally someone knows how to start a HiE fic. By not waking in the everfree or going the easy lane. Good job!

#45 · 68w, 3d ago · · ·

Thank god now this his how you start a hie fic not: I'm a super depressed person, hey look ponies, get rich, find love (one of the main 6) then live an awesome life in equestria. No just no, but this is a nice change :)

#46 · 66w, 4d ago · 1 · ·

So, I've read a few CGotG stories, but I never understood all the sh*t going on because I didn't start from the beginning. Now that I am here, I am going to read this and not stop until I am done.:rainbowdetermined2:

Besides, I want to write my own story, and why not learn from the masters?:pinkiesmile:

I mean, really. If I want a good story I might as well learn about the best story universe and see if it is to my liking for what my story involves, right?

#47 · 45w, 2d ago · · ·



I feel sorry for your imagination.

#48 · 42w, 6d ago · · ·

Good intro.

#49 · 40w, 4d ago · 2 · 1 ·

Discord the Dickless Disord the Dickless~

#50 · 40w, 1d ago · · ·

Re-reading this, been over a year since I was on Fim Fiction. Really tells you how much I like the author if its the first fic I'm reading upon my return xD Keep up the good work Rust, keep it up~

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