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// The Element Of Rage Pt.1 
// Story: Elements Of Discord 
// by Riften 
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~Background Music~

"ACTION!"

Lights faded and the camera began to roll. Center stage stood a single pony, body battered with scars and bruises covering his face. "WERE ARE YOU!? COME OUT YOU COWARD!" He was panting, his voice strained with rage and exhaustion. Faint cackling echoed in from the back of the set. "Muahahahahaha! Did you really think I'd make it that easy for you Breaker? Just allow you to waltz right in and stop me?" The hero, Breaker flipped his mane from his eyes revealing even more lacerations. "SO WHAT?! YOUR JUST GOING TO HIDE BACK THERE AND WATCH ME DIE?" His laugh cut through the air again. "From all the way back here? No no. That wouldn't be fun now would it? I have something much biggerprepared for you..." Breaker couldn't manage a retaliation before the wall in front of him shattered open. Once the dust cleared a gargantuan mech stood in the center of the derbies, inside the cockpit was none other than the evil Dr. Vox. "So?! How do you like my newest project?! To bad you wont be looking at it for long Hahahahahaha! You know what? I think after im done killing you I'll name this wonderful machine after you, to commemorate you epic defeat! This is your final minute! Any last words hero?" Slowly a smile crept across Breakers face. "Duck." The look on the doctors face was clear even through the glass cockpit. "Wha-" 

CRASH

The set switched into slow motion with the assistance of the unicorn tech crew. Behind Breaker the wall broke into pieces as the rest of his team burst through the hole. "Shade, Vulkner, wheres Edge?" The darker of the two nodded. "He stayed behind so we could make it sir." Breaker scowled. "Hmph well go back for him later." He turned his glare to the Doctor. "Where all here now Doc! Still think you can take us?"  The Doctors evil laugh returned. "You really think two more of you will make a difference? Hell, bring your whole squad! None of you could lay a scratch on me!" Breaker smiled and nodded to the smaller of his teammates. "Shade, bring out the Gauss Cannon." She let out a sigh of relief. "Finally sir, you don't know how hard it is to keep zis stupid thing cloaked." Her horn glowed from under her full suit of body armor removing the cloaking spell cast on their secrete weapon. Mounted on Vulkner's back was cannon nearly 2x his size. "What, What the hell is that thing Breaker!" The Doctor yelled. "Hehe, This baby right here is the brainchild of little old Shade here." The unicorn blushed. "You see Doctor, this here was built specifically to blow that big stupid robot of yours to pieces." Confusion rode over the doctors face. "WHAT!? How is that even possible?! You-You just saw it for the first time just a few moments ago!" Breaker gave out a chuckle. "And thats the beauty of it. This wonderful device here is just about a minute old." The doctors face filled with rage. "Blasphemy! Noponys that good! Now Im going to blast you all to hell!" The Doctor shifted a few controls and the machine turned around facing the group. Slowly visible charges began to fill up its two side mounted guns, after just a few moments the energy was released in a sharp beam straight towards Breaker. "Fire." The massive ordinance on his partners back sputtered and smoked then finally died with a puff of smoke. 

A short moment of silence remained before finally the Director shouted out. "CUT! Somepony go check whats wrong with that stupid thing will ya?" The lead actor formally known as Breaker face began to grow a deep crimson. "CELESTIA DAMNIT! CANT ANY OF YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT!" His shouts drew the eyes of everypony nearby. "WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT!?" The entire crew stared blank faced at the enraged actor. Slowly the director edged his way toward him. "Crimson, man you need to calm the hell down, you freakin everypony out." The directors words went unnoticed as the raging actor continued to rampage through the set. "WHY THE HELL CANT ANY OF YOU EVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT!" The director trotted up to him an placed a hoof on his shoulder. "Crimson, calm the hell, down." Their eyes met for a moment before Crimson crossed the line. "EXCUSE ME!?" He rose his hoof head level and swung. A short crack echoed throughout the room followed by collective gasps from the rest of the crew.

The director staggered back a few steps and lifted his head revealing a large red welt on his left cheek. Words started to slowly move from his mouth. "You-You, Get OUT! You stupid Son-Of-Bitch! I' will make sure you never work in this town again! NO! ANYWHERE! YOU'RE DONE YOU HEAR ME! DONE!" Anger was clear in one of their faces, while the other was now filled with grief. Crimsons face lost its trademark color as he took a step back now in a panic. "Wait, no, SHIT, what did i just do?!" Stares continued to focus on nothing but him. "You crossed the line and now, your out, forever. Now would you kindly get the hell off of my set?" Crimson stood dumbstruck, mouth uttering inaudible noises as his faced turned red again, not out of anger, but of embarrassment. "Bu-but, I didn-."  The directors eyes narrowed. "GO!" Crimson followed his words and turned tail and ran. He ran through crowds of ponies shoving every obstacle out of his way. He finally came to a stop when he reached his trailer. Crimson was now panting, partially out of running and out of frustration. The vain at his temple was visible showing, and his breathing was heavy. "Kick me out *huff of my own movie? I'll show them. I'll *huff I'll show them. They're...going to....What the hell is this?" There on the front step of his trailer was a small box. Slowly Crimson moved toward the box and read off the tag attached to the side. "To Crimson, From a Friend. P.s. Have fun with this. What the hell...?" Crimson moved his hoof up to the boxes lid and removed it. The content of the box drew his mind a blank. "A rock? Somepony gave me a rock!? WHO THE HELL LEFT ME A ROCK!" A faint glow shone over the rock and across his face. "What the hell...?"