William's eyes fluttered and he looked up at the morning sky.
Ugh, I'm still in this place, You know what universe?,#### you!" with that he flipped off the sky and got to his feet. "Alright",
He said, "I have to get to Equestria, Maybe then I can ask the royal sisters or Twilight if they can send me home!"
pick a direction and keep walking until
"Question is, which way is it?"
" You, know what, I'm just going to pick a direction and walk until I find civilization, but first, breakfes-,oh, nevermind."
As it dawned on him that he had nothing to eat, and no knowledge of the surrounding flora and funa. He picked a direction and began to walk.
"Hang on a moment, those mages said ANY weapons that I wish, so does that include vehicles?" And so he tried, and tried, and tried, and failed to summon any vehicles of any sort, not even so much as a simple ATV. After a while, he just gave up.
"That means I'm going to have to walk the whole way there, however far that may be, well the least I could do for myself is lighten my load." He swapped out the heavy assortment of riot gear that he was wearing for a simple vest and helmet, and his 20 pound m249 for a much, much lighter m4 carbine. "that's better" he said to himself. And began walking in the direction which he had picked.
And so he walked, and walked, and walked, until he came to a large clearing, until he spotted a lone deer.
"Ha! Finally! Food!" He raised his rifle and took aim at the creature, when he heard a voice call out from the opposite side of the treeline.
"Ha!, I found you daddy! "A young fawn came running out out of the forest.
"there you are little guy!" The large deer answered.
William lowered his rifle." Note to self, don't shoot the wildlife until you are absolutely sure they aren't sentient."
The 2 deer spotted him, turned, and ran, leaving him alone once more in the forest.
And so he continued walking. Occasionally he would pass by an appetizing looking fruit bearing tree or berry bush, but he knew better. All the wilderness survival classes which he had taken had thought him that, "unless you are absolutely sure that something wont kill you, don't eat it!" All this walking and time to himself time to think, about his family his friends, and his old world. "I wonder what they all think of my disappearance, and what they are doing right now." "Well, whatever they're doing, it most likely nowhere near as strange!". As cold of a person as he was, he still missed them, However , this feeling soon faded as his ego kicked back in.
"I wonder how the ponies are going to react to me walking into their village? Eh, They're probably just going to run and hide in fear, just like all those other HIE fic's I've read." But then again, this isn't some story on the computer, this is real life. Who knows how they're going to react to me."
At about this time he had been walking for exactly 7 hours, his watch confirmed this, and now his legs were getting sore. add to that the fact that the sun was beginning to get low in the sky.
"Best time to find a place to make camp "he thought to himself.
He had found the perfect spot to make camp, 2 medium sized oak trees, arching over one another with a creek running just ahead of them. finally! Water, he ran over to the creek, and bent down to drink, but then he remembered something VERY important, you never drink water from a wild, unfiltered water source, you might never know what kind of things are floating around in it after all. Instead he summoned up a canteen and scooped up some water to boil. then he got to work constructing a basic lean to shelter, setting it up between the 2 arching oak trees. And with the help of some gunpowder from a 5.56 round, some dry grass, and a flint and steel he had a small fire going in no time. At about this time the sun disappeared over the horizon and over it came the moon. Fast, but not quite as fast as the show animated it. He could imagine Celestia and Luna, lowering the sun and raising the moon. "He looked back up at the night sky." I've got to be getting close to civilization by now" He took as sip of the water which he had set to boil. Soon after he drifted back into sleep.
His dreams were nothing out of the usual out of the usual, complete chaos, fighting battles against fictional enemies, going on adventures, however tonight, unlike others, he could swear someone, or something was watching him in his dreams.
And he thought he knew exactly who. Among the chaos and commotion of his dream he shouted out," Hey Luna, I know you're out there, Show yourself!!!"
No response was given.
Eventually he awoke, got back to his feet, and continued walking.
1 hour later...
He could see something clearly unnatural through the trees. So he ran faster.
It was a carrot patch.
"OH THANK GOODNESS!" He yelled out loud he dove into them, pulled one out of the ground and began to devour it.
"What in Celestia's name are you doing in my garden!?"
"What now?" he murmured to himself, groaning.
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currently On fimfiction.net Badger, hope you like what you see.
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... While I am checking the Gary Stu meter here. You are... let's see, 7-8 terms of Gary Stu though.
Then he is just a gun addict with some author's buff and stuff.
Alright. Review time. First off. This story definately has potential, but it needs something more than just war between the ponies and the griffins, dragons and changelings. It needs something bigger. Perhaps an interplanetary war of some kind. With those armaments he has, the best way to continue this story is to have him learn to utilize his powers against a powerful foe. Also. You need to clearly define from the start exactly what sorts of weapons he is able to summon. What are the limits? Do the objects he summons become permanent? Or do they despawn after a while? What about the ammunition? Does he essentially have bottomless magazines of ammunition for each weapon? Or does he have to summon in each magazine/bullet? I would imagine the correct way of explaining it would be "any military armaments and gear." Otherwise him summoning armor and a canteen just seems out of place. As for him summoning a vehicle, this can be something he will be able to summon but only after gaining finer control over his magic and how much magic he has use of. On that topic, the scene of him getting summoned was just... no. Just no. If it was starswirl the bearded who summoned him, I can understand him gaining his abilities, but 3 unnamed mages? Nah. Hard pass. It needs to be realistic. Perhaps you could make a scene where as a last ditch effort to turn the tides in the war, all of the beings from the dragon, griffon and changeling side bind together and use almost all of their magic to summon the MC and provide him his powers. This would be far more realistic than 3 no name mages
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His ammunition supplies are bottomless, however,he has to summon in each magizine manually, he is limited to only handheld weapons, pistols,rifles,grenade launchers, ect...
He cannot summon vehicles, or nuclear weapons of any kind. And is limited to only weapons from our current world. For example, he can't just summon a bfg 9000 from DOOM. but he can summon a javelin Guided missle launcher.
the mages did have names,and they were the most powerful mages from their respective kingdoms
that comment of yours gave me an idea for the next few parts of the story I thank you for that.
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He is not a Gary stu by nature, It is simply a combination, of his knowledge, ego, and demeanor that he is this way. I have no problem with gary stu's so long as they are interesting.
(On second thought, he is most definitely a Gary Stu)
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The hell? Why did you find that interesting?
The terrorists in the comments, are fags, victims of the fags, and weaklings to sjw! Downing voting cause of those shit colored horses!
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You'd be surprised what he'd have to do to kill me heheh... us GrimDarks, we don't disappear when you shoot us in the head. You have to erase every last inkling of our existence to take us down. Else, as long as our story exists, we can keep coming back.
Bajur moment
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(Incomprehensible laughing and screaming)
That would be wise.
The grammar is still slowly killing me and the pacing is faster than a virgin college boy's first 1-night stand. Eesh! This is a rough draft, not a finished product. Even so, I find myself quite surprised at the real-world survival knowledge this crazy little murder-hobo is displaying. Kudos for that.