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// D is for Desecrated, no life left 
// Story: Fallout Equestria ABC: Dangers of the Wasteland 
// by Doomande 
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A white mare with a black mane and red streaks sat inside a large metallic stadium. Her metal appendages were ripped off. Broken wires shot out from the small amount of machinery attached to her flesh. Her body was covered with cuts all around. She vomited a bit as she lay in the grass without any ability to move. A green stallion climbed over from behind a chair above the stadium. He urinated and trickled it down on the mare's face. She cried with tears that had mixed with the piss. 

“How, how could I lose to you!?” she said. “I’m a savior of Equestria, how!?”.

The stallion leaped from atop the stadium he pissed from. He bent down, groaned, and pushed a massive poop log that was served on her head. 

“How how how, how could you kill everypony, even burn down our haven!?” she screamed.

The stallion peered into her eyes, the scent of poop disgusted him. 

“Fuck you” he said. 

The stallion then grabbed her jaw. She moved her head away, but his strength could not be turned away from. With one motion, the skin on her face began to rip apart. A lot of blood dripped out from her mouth as her jaw dislocated. Her lower jaw collapsed under his pressure. It separated from her face and a puddle of blood sat below her. She squirmed, but then laid still. 

The stallion smiled and tore off the leftover skin on the jaw. There was nothing but white bone and teeth, with blood smeared on its surface. He put the jaw bone on his head and giggled like he was a pretty princess. The puddle enlarged with the trickle of blood from her face. 

The stallion then went his way out of the derelict football stadium. He hummed Ave Maria as he strutted away. The sun-bleached any life that would exist. No matter what you are, death will follow you in the end. This he pondered as he went. The bone tiara on his head shook as trotted. He turned his head and dropped the tiara. It sat alone in the sand where no pony would ever care. 

A giant flame could be seen off the distance to where a large settlement was. Buzzards that flew above feasted on the corpse. Their hunger would not be dispelled. They bite and chew on her body like no tomorrow. In a few seconds, she was a bundle of bones. Her mane and tail were so bright with color to the life that had been. 

No pony knew who the stallion was. He came suddenly and without remorse. Heads plopped off without any ability to pause. Their brains slapped the ground into squished pieces of flesh. Guns fired at the merciless monster's destruction. Their bullets could not harm him, nor could they pierce flesh. All the way, ponies died in droves. Their stomachs cleaved in half, their eyes squished into a gooey paste. It continued until a standoff between two. She shot at him and used whatever she could. Her robotic limbs were used to tenderize her own self. She struggled with all her might. He just laughed and gave a single strike. Her spine collapsed, it jellied into a soup. Her brain could not compute.