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// the jar Pinkie had opened was full of pickles instead of jelly beans? 
// Story: What If... 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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The fire crackled all around me. Who was I anymore?

I looked down at my trembling hooves, still slick with unspeakable liquids in the glint of the flames.

All this...

My gaze lifted up again. How many had been lost? A dozen? Two dozen?

My ears swiveled at the sound of a faraway building's collapse.

No, hundreds.

I ground the pickle juice-coated hoof into the dirt beneath me.