One thing: paragraphs. You're doing it again, leaving them uneven.

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Give me a moment and I'll fix it. I forgot you can't copy and paste from Open Office without it doing that.

I took to the bag, grabbing a few shotgun shells from it with a frown. For some reason, I felt as though there was some hidden, and familiar meaning to the word ‘Stalkers’. I couldn't place it, but they seemed nostalgic to me in whatever manner...

Get out of here stalker....

Great game reference.

I love this story, can't wait for more!
I personally haven't played Metro or read anything to do with it until now, though I have heard of it before.

Still love it even if i miss alot of context while reading, but the describing sure helps!

Hey the DSHKM isn't .50cal, its 12.7x108mm. (which is just below AT rounds)

its been a while now since this havent been continued

Can you do more

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Have not read the story or comments but have read the description, so first impression is following:

"Life in the Metro is rough... And that was before the dark ones revealed themselves."
Meanwhile in Twilight Sparkle's residence:
"Will the Elements of Harmony allow us to travel to other dimensions?"
Me:
THIS IS GOING TO END IN VODKA!

Is this fic dead?