Seven
Hands
A My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fanfiction
By Andrew J. Talon
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Twilight had fortunately found a gathering of ponies nearby a bridge, and she hopped onto a barrel to address them. Politely, Spike and I stood at her sides as she gave her grave address. It helped make her look more serious.
And it gave us a better view of Pinkie Pie wandering around while held aloft by balloons. Hey, it was adorable.
"My future self tried to warn me about a horrible disaster that's going to occur sometime before next Tuesday morning!"
"What kind o' disaster?" Applejack asked, looking quite serious.
"I don't know! I got sucked back into the future before I could explain!" Twilight cried. Pinkie Pie, at this, screamed.
"AAHHHHH! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! EEEEEP!" Her legs blurred as she tried to run, but the balloons continued to hold her just high enough she was unable to direct her movement.
"No! No panicking!" Twilight cried. "Now, we've got a week before the disaster, whatever it is, occurs! We need to find out where it's coming from!" She looked up at Dash and a few other pegasi who were flying overhead. "Rainbow Dash! You and the other pegasi need to scour Equestria to see if any trouble of any kind is coming!"
"Roger that!" Rainbow Dash saluted, before taking off. Twilight turned her attention to the rest of the ponies.
"And the rest of us must check and make sure the disaster doesn't arrive from around here. I need you all to check everything! Even the smallest thing, no matter how unlikely, needs to be addressed!"
"Well, ah can take a look at the dam," Applejack said with a smile. "Seems like a likely trouble spot considerin' it nearly came down last time."
"Oh, I-I can check with my animal friends to find out if they know anything," Fluttershy said.
"I will help organize the effort and pick out any details that might be missed!" Rarity volunteered cheerfully.
"And I," I said, "will go check on one of the more likely sources of disaster."
Twilight frowned. "The statue of Discord?"
I shook my head. "Close."
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Smokestack's blacksmith shop was abuzz with activity. Indeed, it was creaking, snapping, hissing and all other sorts of sounds with activity. But I was most concerned with one particular sound as I walked in the door.
"READY! AIM! FIRE!"
"OH GOD!" I shouted as I fell to the floor. A loud BANG! went off above my head, and I felt something zip over my hand covered head before it embedded itself in the nearby wall. I slowly looked up, and sighed.
Smokestack, the proprietor of the shop, was slowly coming up from behind a table holding what appeared to be an old steel riot shield.
On a nearby workbench, what looked like a double barreled flintlock pistol sat on a mounting with a string attached to it's trigger. Three adorable heads popped up behind it, and smiled at me.
"Hello Andrew!"
I sighed and waved.
"Hello, Cutie Mark Crusaders..."
- - - - -
"W-We're sorry, we're sorry!" Applebloom wailed. "We were shooting at the target over there, but the mounting was loose!"
"We didn't mean to!" Sweetie Belle sobbed.
"Please don't punish us!" Scootaloo sniffled.
I growled down at all of them, the big scary human holding their gun. "First off, little fillies, if you're going to fire off anything, you do it after double checking everything. And second, Smokestack!"
"What? I checked it," Smokestack said, looking rather calm. "Seemed all right to me."
I sighed and shook my head. I glared down at them. "I am telling your guardians about this."
"Aw man!" Scootaloo pouted. "What the hay?!"
"But, I'm going to encourage them not to ban you from this," I said, holding the pistol carefully. At their smiles, I glared. "But only if you actually practice safety! You might have killed someone!"
"We're sorry!" They chorused.
I shook my head and turned the pistol over in my hands. "You guys have been busy over the past few weeks..."
"Well, considerin' everythin' else we've done has been a total disaster, that we're doin' well makin' guns seems like a good thing!" Applebloom said.
"We've been making them like crazy! All kinds!" Sweetie Belle said cheerfully. "This is just the latest one!"
"Latest?" I asked. Scootaloo scooted over to the project locker, opened it, and took out a big, heavy looking box. She carried it over with Applebloom's help to the workbench. They slammed them on the table, and I gaped at just how many guns were actually in it.
"Since the first gun was really hard to control," Applebloom explained, "we tried makin' simpler, smaller ones!"
Sweetie Belle took hold of what looked like a breech loading single shot pistol and smiled. "This one we made after!"
"But we wanted even simpler, so we made a few of these!" Scootaloo said, picking up what looked like a flintlock pistol. Upon close examination it was clear it was a percussion cap, but it had a bit of flair to it that made it resemble a flintlock.
It wasn't the only one either, about six were in the box.
"You just take a packet of gunpowder, like this," Sweetie said, holding up what looked like a tea bag, "and a round ball, like this," and a simple metal sphere, "and tuck them inside, like this!" Her telekinesis let her slide both down inside the weapon. "We put grooves inside the barrel so the ball would spin, and presto!" She smiled brightly.
"It's a lot easier than just machining a whole bullet with powder inside," Scootaloo said.
"But a lot less accurate," I noted, taking the loaded gun from Sweetie with care.
"Yeah, but it's not a problem for a unicorn to handle!" Sweetie said. "Or you!"
I found what looked like a blunderbuss combined with a musket, and held it up. "And what's this?"
"Oh, well," Scootaloo flushed. "We had a problem of metal shavings, so..."
Sweetie once again magicked up an object-It was a sphere of scrap metal, mixed with something black resembling paste. "We mixed the gunpowder with sticky sap, and made a ball out of it!"
"Wait, what? Why?" I asked.
"My idea," Smokestack said, now on the other end of the workbench. "The trumpet shaped openin' gets a good spread."
"... It's a shotgun, basically," I said. I shook my head and chuckled. "You really are little merchants of death, aren't you?"
"Thanks! I think," Sweetie Belle said.
"But I think you guys should stay away from weapons for a few weeks," I said. "Twilight and I got a warning from the future."
"A warning?" Gasped Scootaloo.
"From the future?" Applebloom asked.
"Do we get our cutie marks?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"What are they?" Inquired Scootaloo.
"Are they any good-?" Applebloom asked, but I held up my hand.
"Girls! It was a warning from next Tuesday!" I said flatly. "Apparently something bad is going to go down, and frankly, you guys building weapons isn't going to help."
"So, was that specifically in the message?" Asked Sweetie Belle. She gasped. "Do we bring about the end of the world?!"
"If you do, it apparently involves Twilight in a tight latex getup with an eyepatch and a mohawk," I said dryly.
"Twilight and Andrew, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" The little fillies chorused and giggled. I sighed and nodded.
"Yes yes, we're dating... Not quite to that stage yet."
"Why not?" Asked Applebloom.
"Well trees are pretty uncomfortable-"
"No, the kissing part!" Sweetie insisted. "Why aren't you two kissing yet?"
"Well, it... Hasn't come up," I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Smokestack snorted and trotted back to his workbench.
"Hasn't come up? Don'tcha wanna kiss her?" Asked Scootaloo.
"And maybe other things?" Sweetie Belle asked with a blush to her cheeks. "Like, ropes and stuff?" I gaped, and then scowled.
"Sweetie Belle! What would your parents think of you saying things like that?"
"That I'm just repeating what they talk about?" Sweetie asked, blinking innocently. I stared in disbelief, as did Applebloom and Scootaloo.
Dysfunctional parenting was apparently not limited to humans...
"Fair enough...?" I shook my head. "Look, it really isn't your business what Twilight and I do or don't do."
"Yeah, it's Twilight's business what you two do," Scootaloo snickered. I scowled.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Means ya don't have any balls, you hairless ape," Smokestack snorted. The fillies giggled, and I scowled.
"Thanks for the observation," I said flatly. I took hold of the crate of guns and ammunition, and hefted it up. The Cutie Mark Crusaders stopped laughing.
"Hey!" They cried.
"Look, until the crisis, whatever it is, is averted, I don't think you should be running around with enough heat to overthrow a Banana Republic," I said flatly.
"Do Bananas have republics?" Sweetie Belle wondered.
"Ah thought they were anarchists!" Applebloom said.
I rolled my eyes and looked over at Smokestack. "Just keep them out of the shop for a week, all right?"
"Hmph... All right," he said. "Just try not to blow yourself up."
"I won't," I said. I sighed as I headed out the door, grunting a bit. The guns were heavy, after all. Hell, I hadn't even gone through half of the various abominations of firearms that were in here.
Including a bellows, for some strange reason...
- - - - - -
Rather than take my bounty of death to my room at Fluttershy's, I instead took the crate to Twilight's library. Down I descended into the basement/lab, and I locked them up tight in a storage locker for equipment. Pocketing the key, I nodded to myself and headed upstairs to make my report.
I had just about reached the door when the ground shook and the door slammed shut in my face. I lost my footing and slipped down off the stone walkway, slipping off and landing hard on my back on the bottom.
"GAH!"
My head hit hard enough I saw stars, and I blacked out.
I came to the image of Nurse Redheart, tutting over me. Spike was also visible in my vision, as was a concerned Pinkie Pie.
"Is he okay? Is he going to die? Did he already die and is he NOW A ZOMBIE?!" Pinkie screeched.
"N-Not a zombie!" Fluttershy gasped from somewhere above me.
"He's fine," Nurse Redheart said soothingly. "He just took a crack to the head."
"Uhhh," I said intelligently. I winced. "What happened...?"
"Well," Spike said, "it looked like you fell off the walkway and hit the floor when Cerberus appeared.
I blinked a few times. "Say... Say that again?"
"Cerberus," Spike said, "guard dog of the gates of Tartarus."
"He just got a bit lost, the poor, big puppy," Fluttershy said with a coo to her voice. Pinkie giggled.
"Yeah! Twilight took him back to make sure nothing had escaped!"
I blinked a few more times. I then sat up, slowly, my hands gripping the dirt floor underneath me.
"Tartarus... Please tell me it's some fluffy bunny dimension," I said.
Pinkie blinked. "No, it's where all the nastiest, most horrible demonic monstrosities of Equestria are kept!"
"You're joking. You must be joking," I said. "The guardian of the Hellmouth got loose, and my girlfriend ran off to take him back and make sure nothing else came out. Alone."
There was a confused silence for a moment.
"What's a Hellmouth?" Pinkie Pie asked.
"Okay," I said, rubbing my forehead. "Imagine if Tartarus was made of fire and suffering for the souls of the damned and the most evil beings in the universe. In my world, we call that Hell."
"Sounds horrible!" Nurse Redheart gasped.
"Yes, it is," I said. "And the opening to it on this plane of existence is called a Hellmouth."
"Ahhh!" Pinkie Pie said cheerfully. "Hellmouth!"
"And Twilight just went to one alone," I said.
"... Well, when you put it that way, then sure, it sounds terrible," Pinkie said thoughtfully, rubbing her chin. "But she didn't think it was a huge deal-"
"She's fought world ending deities! Of course she doesn't think it's a big deal!" I shouted. I staggered to my feet and over to the locker. I undid the lock and opened it up. "Spike! Get my backpack! Fluttershy! I'm going to need all the canteen holsters you can get me, and another belt!"
"Wha-What are you-?" Fluttershy asked.
"You're going after her?" Spike asked in disbelief. "Seriously, she said she'd be fine-"
"She's going to a Hellmouth alone, that never ends well!" I shouted. "Now get me my things, a map to the damn place and a means of getting there fast NOW!"
"Right-a-roony!" Pinkie Pie said with a salute. "March, everypony!"
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A half hour later, I emerged from the library. Across my chest I wore a makeshift bandolier, with four of the single shot pistols tied to them. At my side, tucked into a makeshift holster, was the double-shot pistol. In my backpack was stuffed the blunderbuss musket and a few other guns, and tied to my belt on the other side was a pouch for my ammo. My knife was tucked into my boot and my hand cannon was strapped to the side of my backpack, balanced out by a canteen.
With a pair of goggles on my head I must have looked like I was ready for anything.
"God this crap is heavy," I huffed as I stepped slowly.
"Maybe you don't need all of those guns?" Pinkie Pie suggested.
I stared in disbelief at her. Pinkie Pie then smiled brightly and smacked herself on the head.
"Sorry, what was I thinking? Of course you need all those guns!"
"Thank you," I said flatly. I looked around, and spotted my transportation, which Spike was finishing up prepping for me. "What's that?"
"What, are you blind? It's a hot air balloon," Spike snorted. "It's been enchanted to fly where you want it to go, no problem." He shook his head. "I still think you're overreacting, Twilight can handle herself!"
"And if Rarity had gone to a Hellmouth?" I asked flatly as I threw myself into the basket. Spike gasped and held a finger to his lips to shush me.
"Don't say it so loudly!" He hissed.
"Yeah, point made," I said with a little smirk. I looked over at Fluttershy. "Fluttershy, I can't ask you to come with me."
"Oh, it's all right," Fluttershy said cheerfully. "I wouldn't mind seeing Cerberus again."
"And I wanna go have adventures too!" Pinkie Pie said cheerfully, her head poking out of the basket next to me. I jumped, but I recovered quickly.
That was just kind of how Pinkie Pie was.
"All right," I said with a smile. I looked over at Spike. "Cast off, Mr. Spike!"
"Aye aye, Captain Overreaction," Spike returned with a salute, as he released the moorings to the ground.
In a few minutes we were airborne, and sailing off for the gates of Tartarus.
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The journey didn't last too long, about five hours. Sure, it was five hours in a tiny balloon basket with Pinkie Pie, but she took enough breaks I didn't feel like chucking her out of the balloon.
The Gates of Tartarus were apparently in the distant reaches of the Everfree Forest, at the base of a sinister-looking mountain range... Which really wasn't that big a surprise. It was where the Palace of the Two Sisters resided, after all. I myself had not seen Nightmare Moon, but hearing about her and nearly being eaten in Everfree more than a few times had definitely colored my views towards the place.
Down the balloon descended, until we were skimming the forest canopy. Fluttershy frowned as she looked down.
"I don't think we can go any lower," she said worriedly, "um, there just isn't a clear spot to set down."
"Huh!" Pinkie Pie said, rubbing her chin. "How are we going to get down then?"
"Might be easier if I just go down," I suggested. "If we're attacked, it's better you can hit the gas so you can pull me out."
"All right! Let's call it, Operation Fly Away So We Don't Get Eaten by Horrible Hellbeasts!" Pinkie Pie said cheerfully.
"... Very on the nose, Pinkie, good work," I said with a wry expression.
"My nose? Where?" Pinkie asked, crossing her eyes and wiggling it in a very cute way. Fluttershy quickly tossed a rope down, and I took hold of it.
"All right," I said. "If I'm not back in an hour..."
"Yes?" Pinkie Pie asked.
I looked back down, studying the tough terrain covered by massive trees stretched out below me. "Er..."
"Maybe we should just wait until you tug on the rope several times?" Fluttershy suggested timidly.
"Good idea," I said. I very carefully swung my leg over the side of the basket, looked down... And then looked back, wincing.
"We're... Still pretty high up," I said. "Maybe Fluttershy could give me a ride down?"
"Oh come on, you big baby waby!" Pinkie huffed. "You want to go down and rescue Twilight, right?"
"Well, yeah-"
"Then don't let a little thirty foot drop bother you!" Pinkie said. "Go on, for glory, for honor..." She held her hooves up dramatically. "FOR NOOKIE!"
"Wha...?" I managed intelligently. Pinkie frowned and tapped the side of her head.
"Unless Fluttershy being your mistress is actually true, in which case you're a coward AND a total jerk!" Pinkie said cheerfully. Fluttershy blushed bright red and shook.
"Wh-Wh-What?! We're not-I didn't-I like him a lot, b-but I wouldn't...! Well maybe a little, I-!"
"Right! Going! Good bye!" I said, climbing down that rope as quickly as I could go. The weight of my weapons didn't feel quite as bad compared to the awkwardness up above.
- - - - - -
I winced and shook my hands into the air. Damn, next time I wear gloves.
I turned and headed for the mountain face, stumbling a bit over some roots and rocks before I found my balance again. I was reflecting that maybe the massive arsenal on my back was not the best choice. Hell, I didn't even know how well my weapons would work against demons and hell beasts.
I just had to hope they were made of flesh, or something like flesh. Maybe bullets would hurt them. Or at least annoy them...
I made it out of the trees, and the entrance to the Hellmouth was fairly obvious-A huge, dark cave that opened up like the maw of some infernal monster trying to swallow up anything that got close to it.
"Helpful, helpful," I muttered. I look around for tracks, but because the surrounding ground was solid rock there wasn't anything to indicate if Twilight and Cerberus were in there.
Maybe it would be better to wait at the mouth. Twilight would come with Cerberus (and it's not like it'd be hard to miss him, right?), I'd hug her happily, then ask where the hell she got off running to a Hellmouth alone.
Okay, she was a kickass unicorn but goddamnit, it's a Hellmouth!
A roar came from deep within the cave, and the accompanying wind wasn't pleasant. I felt magic in the air... A similar sensation to when Twilight was wielding her powers.
My thinking ended. I yanked two pistols out of my makeshift bandoleer, cocked them and ran inside.
Strangely enough, it didn't get any darker the deeper I ran into the caves. The ambient glow from the run kept reaching down, down and down, guiding my path. I ran for a good long while, always deeper, always on smooth stone that dipped gently like a carved ramp. There were no twists and turns.
Finally, I saw a red light up ahead, and I sped up as much as I could. The tunnel was ending, and I could dimly see a larger room ahead.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..." I had to slow down to a walk though, because the heavy load I was bearing was wearing on me heavily. Slowly, I trudged to the entrance, and took a few deep breaths as I looked around.
Well... If you wanted an entrance to hell, the chamber I stood at the foot at was perfect. Carved into the living rock of the mountain's heart itself stood doors as tall as buildings, white as bone. The arches over the door were great spiky pillars, like something out of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. There were two brass knockers on the doors, held by carved faces of some terrible monstrosity I can scarcely describe. Something with four eyes, and big sharp teeth.
I entered this chamber, gatehouse to the underworld, smelling something unholy in the air. I looked around in the dust before me, and saw tracks. Recent tracks. Something big had passed around here... And here and there were smaller hoof prints. My blood ran cold as I looked up at the massive doors.
"Damnit Twilight," I cursed. I ran across the great chamber, kicking up dust behind me. I crossed the huge floor, and made it to the doors. I stared up at them, panting in frustration and panic as I tried to think up a way to open them.
"Come on, come on," I muttered. "There's gotta be a way to open these up... There's gotta..." I shook my head and looked at the faces of the brass rings. "Uh... Open Sesame?"
There was silence for a moment, and then a great, loud creaking sound that rattled my bones. The gates of Tartarus slowly opened, the source of the red glow becoming obvious as the light of flames shown through. I took several deep breaths, trying to ignore the smell.
"Okay... Okay... Okay..." I closed my eyes, took a few more deep breaths, and opened them again. "Don't worry Twilight," I muttered, holding my pistols up. "I'm coming to rescue you."
The doors then opened, all the way, and I was thrown off my feet onto my back. I yelped and groaned, and looked up. Standing in the gates was a huge, deformed monster, standing three times my height. At either side of it's head was a cruel, twisted horn. It's eyes glowed like coals stuck into a jagged, marble head. It's chin had what I first thought was a beard, but was actually another horn. It's feet were cloven hooves, and it had ten pairs of legs, and it's arms were huge, ripping claws.
It let out a roar as it reared up on it's tail, and snapped it's claws. I gulped.
"I might be delayed a little first..."
Or at least, that's what I would have said if I was a witty action hero. What I actually said was:
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUU-!"
And I'll let you guess how I finished that.
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Well, I've got a human fighting a minotaur centipede hell beast with 18th century level weapons technology created by three school aged ponies. Hopefully this doesn't make you drop the story until I've had a chance to bring Twilight Sparkle back into it.
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... bad parenting , sweetie bell parents are in to bondage, you sir have ruined my existince, also CMC GUN MAKERS
DANG! it's what I get for trying to read something FIVE MINUTES before going to work.
Am I first?
EDIT: nope
FIRST!
And wow, That must suck. Staring down a fucking Hellbeast.
Oh well, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED,
, right?
Looking forward to the next chapter
My money's on Twilight saving him.
"Well, I've got a human fighting a minotaur centipede hell beast with 18th century level weapons technology created by three school aged ponies. Hopefully this doesn't make you drop the story until I've had a chance to bring Twilight Sparkle back into it."
Nah, suspension of disbelief works well if the characters seem to be acting in character. Which they are.
Also, ponies are into bondage now?
Well, Smokestack is hella wrong saying Andrew don't have balls! Turning into an action adventure here isn't it? Hopefully it still retains comedic elements that were the defining characteristic of this series, right now I'm looking at Ash Williams confronting a monster, "This is my BOOMstick!" Which I guess is funny if you ever watched the Evil Dead series.
Andrew: "This is my FLINTlock —thing. It's a .50 caliber Colt. That's right this sweet baby was made in Ponyville, Equestria."
not enough sex jokes in this chapter!
finally, some real action and not we're-nearing-r34-crap.
Cutie Mark Crusader ARMORERS!
Call me when they can make a semi-auto shotgun.
And nice warcry! FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
CUTIE MARK CRUSADER ARMS DEALERS! YAY!
Oh sweetie belle so innocent
and fighting a daemon with black powder single shot pistols among other weapons of varying degree of quality? I see no possible implications of how this could go wrong at all.
images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2010/7/7/2c2e5c1f-aa3d-4699-9aa2-469c0c1e96fd.jpg Yep totally !
My Little Pony: Heavy Weaponry is Magic.
Awesome!
I liked the first chapters because they were original but now you're just following the plot of the story
damn sucks to be him right now oh well there's still 6,999,999,999 humans left
It's official. The CMC are responsible for the development of guns in FoE.
Well, he's gone off the deepend with with the hellmouth, and it's working so let's see where it goes.
Still toeing that line I see, though a bit more blatant with the sexual innuendo, and your writing yourself into a corner with the entire relationship. That and everyone else seems a bit gungho about it... odd.
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Thats not technically true.
He's following the initial bits of the episode, but nopony else went after Twilight to Tartarus, so we have no idea how things went. Now we've got what actually might well be a potential disaster in the making.
Well, I've got a human fighting a minotaur centipede hell beast with 18th century level weapons technology created by three school aged ponies. Hopefully this doesn't make you drop the story until I've had a chance to bring Twilight Sparkle back into it.
Funniest thing ever. In all existence.
Cutiemark Crusaders ARMS DEALERS!!! GO!
I can't stop smiling
There are Rainbows pouring out my mouth RAINBOWS!
Man, this just keeps getting better and better.
Please sir, keep it up.
...To be fair, I kind've let that one slip by me when it came up in show. I did a double take when I saw a comic taking the mick out of it. Gratz on being the first fic I've seen to reference the Hell-dimension they have floating about _within walking distance of Ponyville_. Jeez - The Everfree Forest,that bog, a Hellmouth (to be fair, at least we know why the Everfree is so hostile now). Granny Smith's parents must have caught Celestia in a _foul_ mood to be given permission to settle _there_.
As for the CMC Weaponsmiths... Well, congratulations, you just prevented FO:E. No, seriously. If you read it closely, you'll notice there was a rapid progression in weapons technology during the war. I'll bet, at the very beginning of it, some of the battles were fought pure fantasy melees and magic Except now the Principality _start_ with guns.... a good ten or so years before they even have any hostilities. Take that development to its logical conclusion, and the zebra get massacred before they can even start being a credible threat. Because accurate 64lber artillery batteries and howitzers with quicklime (equivalent, at any rate), do _wonders_ stopping infantry from closing. Especially if the CMC can manage to whip up a few Puckle guns.
And do I even need to say that this was a damn good chapter? Seriously, after you won me over to 'Beating the Heat', I highly doubt you, ser, can do _any_ wrong.
drop the story no it makes me
it even more
I wondered why nopony was concerned about the gates of hell being unguarded.
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Someone's been playing ETW
"A slightly more realistic take on the "Human in Equestria" story concept." followed by the end of this chapter "Well, I've got a human fighting a minotaur centipede hell beast with 18th century level weapons technology created by three school aged ponies." and my brain goes "FAIL".
Cutie Mark Crusaders MERCHANTS OF DEATH!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=qOebOJsF5Ic#t=33s
If Andrew does ANYTHING with guns, I imagine it would be a lot like that, with Andrew pulling out one of his single-fire guns, shooting it, and then throwing it away (who has time to holster it again, right?) before pulling out another one and firing that one. Repeat until out of guns, and finish with the hand cannon. Shouting "EAT LEAD!" as loud as you can as this is happening is optional, although encouraged, as it has been proven to be an excellent stress reliever in times of great anxiety.
If Tartarus is a Hellmouth...then that would seem to make Twilight a Slayer for at least this episode...with Andrew as her one-person Scooby Gang...
...and you know what? It all fits perfectly. Carry on.
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Bah, Twilight could beat Buffy's cheerleader ass with her nose in a book.
Please tell me "FOR NOOKIE!" is going to be your new running gag from now on because that is the ultimate battle cry!
(Ya gotta love continuity between this and Beating the Heat.)
What do you mean, hopefully this doesn't make us drop the story? This is AWESOME!
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Who, me?
I have no idea what you're talking about
Well, If all else fails,
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Yay for fire!
I wish my beard was a horn.
You know I was all ready to drop this fic when you were going to put Andrew in the canon episodes. It would have been boring and ruined the episode in my opinion. However, what you've done so far is perfect, you're having him act in the spaces in between and not messing with any of the established stuff (on camera?). I actually like how you pulled this off so kudos.
Andrew, I read "Beating the Heat", I'VE ALREADY FOLLOWED YOU INTO PONY HELL. Why exactly would I stop when you're at the doorstep?
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The CMC inventualy invented automatic guns and sniper riffles. So maybe FoE would have been avoided if Andrew never showed up?
Them fillys are Messed in the head.
I'm sorry, man, but this is the picture that came to mind while I read this chapter:
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Not flattering, I know. Anyway, keep up the good work. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to replay the part of Doom 3 where you go to hell and chainsaw bug babies to death.
340852 Clearly you don't understand the lengths men will go for nookie.
I think the line "of course you need all those guns" needs to be put in every action movie now.
Well, I've got a human fighting a minotaur centipede hell beast with 18th century level weapons technology created by three school aged ponies.
After using some scientific caculations, I have concluded his chances of survival is at least 1/1000000. But since this is in a world with magic, we can conclude that 1/1000000 chances will occur 9/10 times. He will survive!
340963 Well the weapons are heavy....
I do feel that Andrew should make the CMC calm it with the weapons, like he tells them to give it up totally, they say they will but they go behind his back and create a very impressive weapon, he then has to have a big talk with them on why guns are actually bad, because if the guns go missing, somepony stole them for instance, Equestria is boned.
341308 We will fight for it, we will steal for it, we will lie for it, we will kill for it, and we will die for it.