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// Slavery Was Happening 
// Story: Then The Winged Hussars Arrived 
// by Chemtest 
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Screams ring out from the ground, and whip cracking follows up behind them. Bipedal dogs, Diamond Dogs, run their pony slaves to move faster. One white unicorn is attached to a mine cart. Dogs whip at her, “Pony mine now! Get to work!”

The pony comes up with a plan, and starts to use her most annoying voice, “The harness is too tight!”

Her whines are stopped with a crack of the whip, “Get to digging!”

She sighs, “You’ll never win, ruffians! When my friends get here, you’ll pay!”

The crack of the whip shuts her up, “Shut up, pony, and work! Nopony will come to save you! Now, mine gems!”

The dog is about to whip again, but is interrupted by the screams of dogs.

One runs up to him, “What happend?!”

The dog pants, “Everything was going all right-“



Dogs rush out of the tunnels, covered in cuts. All those who are slow or left behind are cut into pieces. The leader of the Winged Hussars shouts out, “Uratuj małe konie, zabij psy niewolnicze!”

The dog sees them, “Spears, get spears!”

One dog tosses out spears to all the others, and they form a spear wall against the charging men. The Hussars charge on anyways, “Ich spiczaste laski nic nie znaczą naszemu ogniowi i stalowej zbroi! Zarzynaj je wszystkie, nie zostawiaj nikogo żywego!”

The dogs hold steady, even in the face of such overwhelming odds. They dare not run, for fear of being singled out. The lead dog shouts out, “They’re nothing but fools! Their fancy hats shall be destroyed!”

The men only charge faster, “Obraża skrzydła, bracia! Ośmiela się obrażać symbol Polski, dopilnujemy, żeby zapłacił za ten błąd!”

The dogs take one look at the anger in the men’s eyes, before dropping their spears and running, “Retreat!”

The charge continues unstopped, “Uciekają jak tchórzliwi Francuzi! Pokrój je jak rolników z pszenicą! Nie przestawaj, dopóki nie zapłacą za obrazę!”

The Winged Hussars reach the running dogs, and sabers fall like rain. Heads leave their shoulders, dogs are trampled under hooves. Spears bounce off armor as the dogs try a pitiful defense. Eventually, all the dogs fall.

The ponies look at their saviors in awe, as one of the men asks his leader, “Co powinniśmy zrobić z końmi niewolnikami, dowódco?”

The commander looks at the ponies in their chains, “Zostaw ich, aby się uwolnili. My i cała Polska nie używamy dla upośledzonych, karłowatych koni.”

The men all salute, “Gdzie indziej, dowódco? Kolejna sytuacja do rozwiązania przed rozwiązaniem przez Polskę?”

The commander looks around, “Zawsze jest biedna, heretycka dusza, która potrzebuje zabijania. Chodźmy, bracia, zabijemy wiedźmy w Salem!”

The Hussars ride out of the tunnel, “Zabij nieokrzesane dusze! Pokrójcie głowy niewiernych! Polska będzie rządzić światem!”

Thus, ponies are left behind in the caves. All of them wondering how they are supposed to escape.

Some of them want to be exactly like the men who just saved them.