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// Entry No. 4 
// Story: GREAT BRAND!!! 
// by InfamousMystery 
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It was one of those weird dreams I'm having during my nap inside the train. But this time, it's one of those nightmares where I was standing in a middle of a dead town, burning in flames. I can feel tears from my cheeks. And I feel small... like a colt. 

Looking around the flaming village, I found darkness, sucking everything in the existence of my dream, including I, the dreamer, himself. There's nothing that I can do but to watch the darkness taking control of the dream, then I closed my eyes...

Then I woke up, back to my old self. Seeing Quickie Faults writing some sort of a letter. I don't know what he's writing for, but it can't be harmful. I also noticed that Dirt Bag wasn't in his seat.

" Where's Dirt Bag? " I asked Quickie.

" Something about exploring the train, he said. It's his first time to ri- " then she continued writing.

She is easily distracted by things, but I understand her. First time in a train, huh? That's good for him.

I yawned and looked at the window in the right side of my window aisle seat. The train was moving at a fair speed. And it seems like we're in the middle of nowhere. Cacti and sand everywhere. It's like a desert, but less hot since the train itself had a cooling system on the inside.

Everything was fine during Dirt Bag's exploration inside the train, then a loud bang was heard in a wall just right of me after a few minutes of looking at the windows to entertain myself. Dust fell from the ceiling, making my mane dirty and obviously dusty. I brushed my mane to get the dust particles out of my mane, then a loud crash broke the door, with Dirt Bag's body flown into the air.

Dirt Bag fell down hard. I stood up, supposedly to help him, but then, a stallion in a tuxedo with a white mask which kinda resembles an opera mask kicked me back to my seat. The kick was powerful, leaving a dent in a wall behind me and making my tummy ache a lot. Many other stallions with identical appearances entered the train cart I'm in.

" Please be calm, we're here for a trip back to Appleloosa. " the one who kicked me hard announced in a nasty voice.

I coughed, holding my stomach in pain. The masked pony looked at me and attempts to choke me. I have no idea what to do... And now, it seems like I'm done. Quickie was just there, terrified. She was stunned.

I was close to facing my end... But then, I accidentally kicked the pony in the groin.

" YYYEEEAAOAOOOOWWHHHH!!! " the masked stallion grabbed his groin and I gave him an unsuspecting roundhouse kick to his face.

I kicked myself up, still feeling pain in my stomach. The masked stallion's face was planted on the wall beside me. I don't have any idea on how I did that. The other identical stallions just stared at me, then as the silence was broken by a musical band playing a song, a war began.

In the epic musical intro, I was like dancing, standing in forehooves, kicking those who dare to come closer to me. After kicking 2 of them, I grabbed one of them with my rear hooves and slams him down to the floor. I feel like I ain't the one controlling myself.

After standing up, one of them attempts to punch my face, but I blocked it with my bare front hooves and kicking him in his knees, making his balance broken, and ended up throwing him with the others.

" If it's groove you're looking for, then you've come to the right place. " the singer sang as I was in a fighting position. 

Many other suited masked ponies attacked me. And I was surprisingly owning them with kicks, punches and throwing techniques that I learned from out of nowhere. Defeating almost all of them one by one. Sooner or later, Dirt Bag joins in. He's pretty good at kicking things, that's for sure... Since he kicked one of them out of the train. 

Quickie Faults was still terrified of what's happening, she just sat there and wrote fast, trying to ignore everything that's happening. After defeating almost a few... And yes, there's a lot of them, a pony was standing in front of me. Identical to the others who I fought, but the only difference is that this pony wears a blue mask and also with a long blue mane, identical to mine, but longer.

The pony was watching me as I deliver him or her with a hard punch, but it easily avoided my punch. I tried another punch, but it blocks. I gave a roundhouse and a low kick, but dang, the pony's flexible. 

I followed the pony from wherever it goes, trying my best-doing combos and trying to hit it, but the pony is too aggressive, the one who encountered pain was me. After that one hit, I did and the pony avoided, it gave me a hard elbow in my face , making me unconscious, then kicked me hard enough to make me sit on a broken wall.

The pony stared at me as I sat down, then, Dirt Bag came to the rescue, supposedly to kick her out of the train, but she avoided it and jumps out of the train, noticing that we're getting closer to Appleloosa.

I can still see for a bit. I can see Dirt Bag waving his hoof at my face.

" Ahrnold, ahre y'ah fine there, partner? " he spoke as I entered the dreamscape again...