Short story.

I got bored waiting to pass out so I just made a short story about most of my Human RPG chars. Ive made a shit ton, so to be honest I only used Volvaga, The RPGs I used to do were "White-Wolf" Like, vampire the Masquerade n shit. Either way Here ya go.

Kyle was sitting on top of the table in the Living room of his house thinking of his life the past few days. Of all that happened and where he made mistakes. Was it his fault? He didn’t know. He just stood and wandered to the door. Intent on letting in an at least minor breeze. The atmosphere in the house was suffocating. He opened the door and shielded his eyes against the blinding light. He stepped out into the late afternoon sun and looked to the remains of Ponyville. He had sifted through the ashes hours ago. No one remained. He was the last. He sat on the grass and waited until the sun reached its lowest peek.

“You’re waiting for me?” A deep voice growled behind him. He stood and brushed his pants off. Turning to face the speaker. The werewolf stood almost eight feet high. And would have towered over Kyle if not for the slouch. His fangs and Glaive glistened with the blood of innocent ponies.
“Yes. I am.” Kyle rumbled. He felt no fear. Only sorrow. Pity at what this beast had done.

“You going to welcome me back with open arms now that I killed your home? You’re Friends? You’re FAMILY!?” Kyle was still as stone as the thumps of the beast’s pawed feet shook the ground around him.

“I can always forgive. Always. That’s the only thing I’m good for.” The wolf laughed.
“Then I will simply do it again. You don’t belong here. Come home.” Kyle shook his head. As the beast settled back in front of him.
“Then you will die as a coward brother.” The wolf picked him up and rammed his knife into Kyle’s chest.
“No...*Cough* I die, as a hero...You are the coward.” The beast pulled the knife from its resting place.
“You could have come home Kyle. You could have been a family again.” Blood from the knife patted on the floor of the grass... And Kyle started laughing...
“CUT! God dammit.” A 6`5 man wearing a black trench coat stepped into the scene he had black dress pants and a white button shirt on. He clapped his hands as his eyes twinkled in the artificial sun.
“Seriously Kyle come on! I know your knew here but shit man! Even Terion played his parts right!”
The werewolf shifted back to his human form, Fur and extra body mass shifting to become a simple T-shirt and sneakers. He placed the knife into a strap on his belt.
“Yea, man and take it from me, I saw less action then meharou.” At the mention of his name a young man with spikey red hair and a staff walked in juggling fireballs with one hand stepped from behind the marble home.
“Don’t feel bad T! It’s just cuz we mages are way better than the Get!” The director stepped up
“Meharou. I swear keep dogging on terion and I’m gonna let him dog on you, I mean it.”
Meharou stopped juggling and stared.
“Seriously Volvaga your like. No fun since you stopped being all vampire and evil-y.”
Volvaga stared right back. “Yea because of those fucking twilight things, People like terion and I have no place in the world. It’s all for fairy’s and shape shifters, how do we respond to those? We watch ponies.”
Celestia walked on set.
“Did Kyle mess up again? Oh dear, Ill reset the sun… Luna dear! We’re going again! Get Vinyl, Kintra is getting angry!” A single eye opened from under a dark green hood behind the director’s chair. He stood taking with him a single arrow and a bow which looked inhumanly strong. The leather plates he wore were silent as he rose. Not once did the shadow leave his face.
“I’m not angry…” He said sadly.

“Celestia stop that! You know he’s sensitive!” Terion laughed as Volvaga yelled that. “I’m so sorry; Kintra is just the worst assassin ever!” The moment he said that four pinhole size dots appeared on this forehead.
“Now you’re marked. Dis me again terion, and you won’t breathe again.” Terion just giggled.
Kyle stood, finally able to stop laughing. “I-I am so sorry guys... I… I just… Oh… Man... Phew...” he held his chest till Vinyl trotted up.
“You screw up your lines again?” she said nonchalant.
“Yes….That’s what, Eighty-six? Times today?” She just nodded as volvaga clapped his hands and everyone went back into their respective areas. “Fuck up again, I swear to god I’m blood-balling all of you.”

“ACTION”