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Fallout Equestria, a story that bleeds two franchises together to build something magical. On one side, you have death, destruction, decay, and misery - on the other, you have ponies. Doesn't sound like it should mix? You'd be surprised. When the world around you is wasteland, all you're left with is hope, and as we all know, ponies can do spectacular things with just a little hope.
Previous thread: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/36712841

Read Fallout Equestria by Kkat to appreciate the setting that many writers have then lent upon after being so captivated by the wonders.

The original story which spawned its own fandom can be found here: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/119190/

These next four stories comprise the rest of what is considered "the big 5", alongside the original. They were biggest hitters early in the fandom, be it for having started before many others, their length, or overall quality.

Project Horizons:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/208056/

Pink Eyes:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/931/

Murky Number Seven:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/47300/

Heroes:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/662/

Though, a reminder; just because these are the most well known, that isn't to say that there aren't other stories out there! There are many hidden gems that simply don't get the love they deserve purely because people don't give them the chance. Why not open your heart and try to find a new favorite? Anons are absolutely welcomed and encouraged to return with fic discussion of even the most obscure fics!

Fan games:

Fallout Equestria: Remains is a Fallout Equestria Rouge like. It is the best thing to come of the fandom recently. Seriously go play it https://foe-remains.gitlab.io/main_en.html

Balefire Blues is a Hearts of Iron IV mod. In it you take control over various FoE factions seeking to conquer the wasteland. steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2307988796

Ashes Town is a derivative of Pony Town in the Fallout Equestria universe.
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>>36800853
BEST PONY
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>>36800853
Worst OP pic ever.
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Threadly reminder that bi Pip is best Pip
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>PL
How lower can you fall?
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>>36801192
absolute cringe, besides sticking you dick in that thing is a death sentence with how much bullshittery surrounds that horse.
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>>36801212
You confuse Littlepip with Blackjack.
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>>36801223
Polygamy is gay and for mormans. Which are also gay.
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>>36801262
How else is the wasteland gonna get repopulated efficiently?
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>>36801459
by slamming as many children into your loving wife as possible and also good farmland
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Gonna try starting a CYOA, reply to suggest actions, and we'll see where this takes us.

>Bloody Talons

Character Details:
Name:
Age: ~20
Sex: Female
Species: Griffin
Color: Grey body, navy blue head/chest, gold eyes.

Appearance:
We're a young Griffiness with an olympian body covered in dense, defined, powerful muscle, including a chisled six pack of abs. Our head is squarer, with our head feathers kept short along the sides and our bangs long (we'd be Gilda's doppelganger if our colors were different). Our talons are honed and sharp after a lifetime of fighting with them, making them more effective at cutting through soft armor and dense flesh/hide. Our body has a dozen deep scars all over various places, with our most notable ones being three cuts across our right cheek, four deep cuts diagonally across our otherwise fluffy chest, and one cut across the right side of our neck; and we have dozens of whipping scars across our back.

Equipment:
We're currently wearing an old turnout coat tied around our waist by the sleeves to act as a skirt, heavily faded and patched up with leather squares in a few spots.

S 9
P 2
E 9
C 2
I 2
A 9
L 7

Tagged Skills:
-Unarmed
-Small Guns (Shotguns/Pistols)
-Survival/Outdoorsman
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>>36801670
Bloody Talons, CYOA, Part 1
>Our eyes flutter open, taking in our surroundings, not that they're anything new.
>We're currently crucified along the side of an old road, with a blasted out town over a hill ahead of us.
>Metal spikes have been forced through our wrists, and our paws have been put together and spiked through as well, binding us to the timbers. Blood continued to slowly drip from said bindings.
>Around us a dozen other crosses, holding ponies of varying kinds. We know them, but they're already gone, it's been a few days and they've died, we're all that's left.
>The only reason we're still alive is because we were one tough bitch, but now our lungs burn with every breath, our throat is bone dry, our stomach groaned for food, black surrounds the edges of our vision, our body feels weak, and the pain of our bindings has numbed a bit. Death has wreathed us in its cold embrace, and we shiver when the wind blows across our body.
>We'll be a corpse soon, another nameless dead body amongst many, another life lost to the Wasteland. We always knew we'd probably die young, most raiders do, but we'd hoped to go down swinging, not like this.
>We also felt voices coming back into our head again, hello voices.

>"Shit...", we croaked.
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>>36801675
Come on you dyke get off the cross. Use your big strong muscles and get off the cross.
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>>36801675
>we
Oh shit, is it a mutiecorn?
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>>36801798
>griff being a mutie
Mutiegriff? Griffcorn?
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>>36801675

>>36801789
Come on you dyke get off the cross. Use your big strong muscles and get off the cross.
>Oh yeah, just pull ourselves off the cross, why didn't I think of that before you voices showed back up?
>It's no good, we took one hell of a beating between when we got knocked out, and when we woke up nailed up here. Plus, our former "friends" tied ropes around the middle of our arms and around our knees and the timbers, we can't get leverage.

>>36801798
>we
Oh shit, is it a mutiecorn?
>Nope, we're just a tough, dumb bitch who's crazy. We found some pills week back that made the rest of you disappear, gave me a chance to finally figure out which voice was mine amongst all the other noise in our head.
>Of course, my voice ended up just being dumb, unlikable, and just generally confused. A big step down from the chaotic, clever, ruthless bitch we usually were, and the rest of the raiders in our gang sensed our weakness.
>It was the griffiness we thought of as our best friend, our wing mate though, that fucked us over though, and that's what pissed us off the most.
>She'd drugged our food, and then she wrestled us to the ground. We're stronger, but she's just as agile and skilled as us, and drugged up and dumber... yeah, didn't work out.
>When we woke up, we woke up here, with the members of our gang we'd always thought of as pretty loyal strung up with us.
>Our wing mate was there too, taunted us a bit, then left us to die.
>We'd made threats, told her we'd hunt her down and flay her ass alive, but, well, it looks like those threats are about to become pretty empty, huh?

>We saw the silhouette of a pony trotting down the road in the distance. They were a zebra mare, wearing a gas mask, a pair of saddlebags, some spikes horseshoes, and little else. She looked pretty in shape too.
>Fuck, we didn't usually beg for help, but we'd do anything to get out of this.
>looked up at us as she neared.
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>>36802210
Jesus christ I need to remember to proof read better. I repeated myself a little too much

>*She* looked up at us as she neared.
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>>36802210
Taking your meds, that's cringe. Ask the cutie-patootie zebra to please the nails out of us. Remember to be polite.
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>>36802210
Redemtion raider birb gooo!
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What’s a good medium sized or so fic that gives that feeling you got when you first played a fallout game, or first read the original? I feel sentimental and I want to get back into it
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>>36802772
>that gives that feeling you got when you first played a fallout game
None. To this day I haven't seen a single hexagonal fanfiction.
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>>36802210
So all these dead poners on the crosses tried to be on our side? It's awfully friendly of them. If we'll ever get free, perhaps we should honor their memory by eating their corpses.
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Post your favorite pone
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>>36803277
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>>36803301
that's a weird-looking pone
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>>36800974
seconding
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>>36803277
My precious cinnamon roll.
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>>36802210

>>36802720
Redemtion raider birb gooo!
>Dunno how much "redemption" someone like us can find, especially since we really like fighting and killing people, but...
>Well, if there's one thing we- I, know for sure after this past week, it's that I want... more, out of life than what we had. If we can keep moving towards something more, then yeah, I've got no problem letting the rest of you voices back in.

>>36803065
So all these dead poners on the crosses tried to be on our side? It's awfully friendly of them. If we'll ever get free, perhaps we should honor their memory by eating their corpses.
>If they're fresh enough, hell yeah, that ain't a bad idea, we're starving.
>You haven't eaten other intelligent creatures before, but fuck it, meat's meat, right?

>>36802636
Taking your meds, that's cringe. Ask the cutie-patootie zebra to please the nails out of us. Remember to be polite.
>Yeah, we're definitely done with anti-psychotics, that's for sure.
>I know which voice is me again, I have the wheel, but I won't lie, I've missed the rest of you back there.
>Now... be nice... be nice...

>The zebra mare was about to trot by when we called out to her.
>"Hey, bitch, a little help, please? I don't want to fucking die like this!", we pleaded. Ugh, this was humiliating.
>"That's a curious way to ask for help", the zebra mare mused, stopping before us, "Why should I respond to your yelp?"
>Fuck, she rhymes, why the fuck do some of these stripes feel the need to rhyme? It's annoying.
>We swallowed, trying to get any moisture we could down our throat, and croaked, "Please, have a little mercy! Please! What do I gotta say to get you the pull me down stripe lady? I'm begging you on deaths door here"
>she chuckled, and commented, "Mercy? Perhaps, but first I must ask: how many others have you killed with cruelty? Left with only death in which to bask?"
>"uh...", we grunted, before glancing aside, "I don't know, but I usually tried to kill quick, I never liked to lash others to crosses or torture them, that should count for something, right? Please?"
>she tilted her head and regarded us, staring for just a bit too long.
>she's gonna leave us to die, isn't she?
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>>36803723
Offer her money, or sex, or a sex based money alternative. Honestly I'm out of idea's here bird brain. Maybe if we did less raiding and more talking we'd be better at this.
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>>36803277
Reporting.
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>>36803723
Maybe she just likes what she sees. Have we just admitted a distaste towards sadism in front of a sadist?
Or maybe it's a CIA psy-op: she's trying to make us develop a Stockholm syndrome towards her. Good thinking, horse lady.
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>>36803723
Tell her we never killed without provocation. Yeah, it's a lie, so? You'd rather die?
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>>36803889
Is having things that we REALLY want provocation? It's not a lie then.
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>>36803871
Its still hard to process murdering your own filly.
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>>36803913
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>>36803913
>>36803922
Rampage != Nurse Sweetheart
She's a wonderful pony, she just happens to have a filly killing cunt stuck inside of her.
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>>36803935
Yeah I know the difference, but its still rough how it is all connected. For me that was probably the most depressing part of PH.
I could handle everything else, but that was the one thing that stuck out for me as difficult.
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>>36803945
>that was the one thing
How was that the only thing?
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>>36803976
I can handle a lot of wild shit.
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>>36803935
>a filly killing cunt stuck inside of her.
Amongst other things.
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>>36803723

>>36803828
Offer her money, or sex, or a sex based money alternative. Honestly I'm out of idea's here bird brain. Maybe if we did less raiding and more talking we'd be better at this.

>>36803888
Maybe she just likes what she sees. Have we just admitted a distaste towards sadism in front of a sadist?
Or maybe it's a CIA psy-op: she's trying to make us develop a Stockholm syndrome towards her. Good thinking, horse lady.

>>36803889
Tell her we never killed without provocation. Yeah, it's a lie, so? You'd rather die?

>>36803898
Is having things that we REALLY want provocation? It's not a lie then.

>"Please, I'm begging you here, I'll do anything! I'll fuck you if you want to! O-or I can scrounge up caps or whatever else you want to pay you back!", we pleaded, lying about offering her sex or paying her back.
>Once we were off this cross and well enough to fuck, we'd also be well enough to tell her to go fuck herself, and kill her if she didn't like that answer. This stripe looked tough, but we're tougher, we could take her.
>"and uh... if you're actually into that sadism stuff, I won't judge, my wing mate was one, after all"
>But wait, what if she's not a sadist and hates them too? Ugh, why'd I admit that our wing mate was a sadist? Fuck, I'm stupid, I can't navigate this mind games crap.
>"...a-and I never killed anyone that didn't have it coming! I'm only a girl trying to stay alive in a cruel world, that's all"
>I mean... not everyone we killed was for stuff necessarily, the thrill of a good fight was more than enough for us, but we weren't lying when we said we were a girl trying to get by, who isn't?
>Oh Celestia we're dead, we were gonna die up here!
>We close our eyes, grit our beak, and start struggling against our bindings again, groaning as we try to force air in and out of our burning lungs.
>after a moment, the stripe started laughing, causing us to pause and look down at her, confused.
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>>36804127
>"Oh how the mighty fall. You're the worst lier and beggar I've ever met, and yet you beg and lie all the same, the gall", the stripe chuckled, "Luckily for you, you've struck a chord of pity within my mind. I'll pull you off of there, what happens next is for you to find"
>"th-thank you! Thank you!", we breathed, surprised. How the fuck did any of that work?
>The stripe squared up, and using her hind legs, pushed our cross back to fall onto the ground, immediately relieving the pressure on our lungs.
>She then stepped forward, and began to pull the spikes out one by one. We grunted in pain as each was removed.
>Finally, she set a heating potion down on our chest, and trotted away.
>We wriggled our right arm out of it's rope bindings, popped the cork, and downed the potion as our wrists gushed blood and that blackness on the edges of our vision started creeping in.
>With a magical flash of energy, we saw the hole in our freed wrist close up, and a glance down showed the same happening to the others, and for the first time in days we felt well again.
>The holes from our crucifixion didn't heal fully though, they'd left thin, deep scars. A reminder of this whole ordeal we'd have to live with.
>Sitting up and looking around, we didn't see the stripe anymore, it seemed she'd run off. Maybe that was for the best?
>we rubbed one of our wrists with the opposing claw, they still felt sore.
>what do we do now?
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>>36804138
What else? Find something to kill!
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>>36804138
What was that "something more" you were mumbling about? Any specific ideas? You've been a leader of a gang, there's hardly anything "more" than that. So, like. You want a bigger and tougher gang?
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>>36804138
We need a gun, or a club, maybe even just a heavy chunk of brick. And then food and booze.
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>>36804138
Find that double-crossing bitch and make her pay.
Oh also, get some meat from those corpses for the road.
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>>36804306
>day old raider meat
We're gonna shit ourselves to death. Hell we're gonna get pony aids from that stuff.
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>>36804381
Especially if its Hoofington raider meat.
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>>36804381
Can a birdcat catch horse aids?
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>>36804428
This is an important question and we should find a doctor to answer it.
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>>36804435
If we're going to make a new gang, a doctor would be valuable.
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>>36804138

>>36804197
What else? Find something to kill!
>That idea brought a smile to our beak
>We could definitely go for getting your talons a bit bloody and get your heart pumping from a good fight after the last two or three days.
>We'll keep our eyes open for a good opportunity

>>36804284
We need a gun, or a club, maybe even just a heavy chunk of brick. And then food and booze.
>We aren't exactly big on bricks or clubs, if we're gonna kill something up close, we'll use our talons.
>But yeah, we definitely need a gun, and booze, and food.
>A loud groan from our stomach reminded us which of the three was a priority right now.

>>36804306
Find that double-crossing bitch and make her pay.
Oh also, get some meat from those corpses for the road.
>Remembering our wing mate's betrayal made our blood boil and our heart hurt.
>She was gonna pay, she was definitely gonna pay.
>Maybe we should lash her to a cross like us? No... our wing mate is smart, we wouldn't be able to take her alive, we'd just have to settle on ripping out her throat in a one on one rematch, this time with a clear head.
>We needed to get some help though, our gang had some tough customers in it, we'd always been big on survival of the fittest and raw strength.
>We wouldn't be getting help from within either. We could see all of our favorite lieutenants strung up around us, even Thrasher, the third griffin that had been in our gang.
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>>36804642
>>36804246
What was that "something more" you were mumbling about? Any specific ideas? You've been a leader of a gang, there's hardly anything "more" than that. So, like. You want a bigger and tougher gang?
>That's a harder question to answer, and I'm an idiot, so... bear with me here:
>Ever since we were little, we've been a raider. We've been living like an animal, surviving, living every moment like it was our last, looking to get our blood pumping and get some action wherever we could.
>We were tough, we were top dog, an alpha. Other raiders looked up at us with fear and respect.
>At the same time though... it always faded away after a bit. I never noticed because I've always had my head full of voices, all of you, but when I was on those drugs... I felt alone, and whenever things got quiet and I was left with my thoughts I felt... empty, like none of it mattered, like I didn't matter. I also realized if I died, no one would remember me, I wasn't actually important.
>I want... I dunno, a purpose, glory, I wanna be someone.
>That's the part I got stuck on this past week. I don't know if that means a bigger gang, I don't know if that means trying to get involved with all that bullshit the settlers and mercs deal with, I... I dunno.
>I tried to get help from our wing mate, but we saw how that turned out.

>>36804381
>day old raider meat
We're gonna shit ourselves to death. Hell we're gonna get pony aids from that stuff.
>Fuck, yeah, we're an idiot, but we know enough about food to know that that's no good.
>We need to find someone or something we could kill and eat.
>We wouldn't normally resort to cannibalism, but we'd never been this desperate before now.
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>>36804649
Actually, where we. That's a great place to start on the whole fixing the empty gut thing.
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>>36804649
>that bullshit the settlers and mercs deal with
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>>36804649
>that description
we are an absolute cutiepie
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>>36804854
>cutiepie
We look like a fucking pigeon.
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>>36804889
you say that like it's a bad thing.
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>>36804649
It sounds like that antipsychotic drug had expired in a strange way and you're still tripping. Have you ever met anybody with a purpose? Or anybody who was important? Or anybody who will be remembered? You haven't, because it doesn't happen. Purpose doesn't exist.
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>>36804955
I don't know anon, that faggot on the radio seems like he'll be remembered.
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>>36804987
That "Lightbringer" looking ass? What's the big deal, just screw a light bulb to our ass and light it. Bet everyone will remember us then, just imagine it: "Ass-Lamp the the flying lightbringer brightens Equestria, one corner at a time!"
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>>36804987
That's the plan, then? Find the radio station and make them talk about us?
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>>36805081
I don't know I'm stuck in this chicken same as you fuckers. But we gotta do something, preferably not starving.
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>>36804649
>>36804854
V here

I never thought to give her white claws/beak, but they look good like that!

Think you could add the scar on the right side of her neck? And one on top of each wrist?

>>36804955
It sounds like that antipsychotic drug had expired in a strange way and you're still tripping. Have you ever met anybody with a purpose? Or anybody who was important? Or anybody who will be remembered? You haven't, because it doesn't happen. Purpose doesn't exist.
>>36804987
I don't know anon, that faggot on the radio seems like he'll be remembered.
>Yeah, that's exactly what I'm talking about! That DJ faggot on the radio! Or that Red Eye bastard! They both got shit they actually care about, keeps them going, gives them a reason to do more than kill, eat, shit, and fuck all day.
>Plus, if purpose doesn't exist, why isn't everyone a raider?
>Nah, purpose has to be a thing, and we're gonna fucking find it.
>Maybe we could find that Red Eye dude or the DJ? Maybe they could point us in the right direction?
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>>36805165
>>36804810
Actually, where (are) we. That's a great place to start on the whole fixing the empty gut thing.

>We're a decent flight away from Ponyville. If someone followed the edge of The Everfree forest, they'd eventually hit the logging camp our gang uses as a base.
>There's a big river a bit west of where we are now, with a couple smaller settlements and a small, but built up town on it. But they know our face, or barring that, our scars.
>Damn, that's another problem, that town has a price on our head. Anyone dumb enough to try and take the bounty would be looking for us in the camp, but, yeah, it was something to remember.
>There's a couple old suburbs around here too that usually have lesser mutants and wildlife than the nasty shit from Everfree, and small fry gangs of raiders here or there.
>There's also an old mall not too far from here, infested with ghouls, but nothing we can't handle.
>We also knew about an old cannery on the river. That's always been a rough spot for scavengers, but that also means there might be something there. Of course, the reason it was a problem spot was because it had a shit load of robots in it, we've always hated robots. Especially since our claws don't do shit against metal plating, and bots don't exactly got arteries and tendons we can cut.
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>>36805165
The town is dangerous. Ghouls and robots are not edible. It leaves us three possible choices: the settlement dwellers, the monsters and the lesser raiders. Who is the easiest prey?

>why isn't everyone a raider?
Because they don't know how to raid. Just like we're not a carpenter because we don't know how to carpenterate. Or are you trying to say that anybody who isn't a raider automatically has a purpose?
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>>36805357
well, if there's a town this close to raiders and they're not all dead that means they're better armed than the raiders. We should go show those little shit show raiders that we're still the Biggest Bitch in these parts. And also steal they're food and booze and drugs and guns.
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>>36805176
>>36805357
>Who is the easiest prey?
A better question is who'd put up the best fight!
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>>36805434
Fun is good, but survival is the priority. We're still weak. Let's find food in a safe way first.
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>>36805176
>>36805434
(>Who is the easiest prey?
A better question is who'd put up the best fight!)
>The townie bitches, for sure, they got decent guards and mercs like to pass through.
>But that'd be suicide, and we'd like to find something to live for, even I can tell that's kinda missing the point.

>>36805357
(The town is dangerous. Ghouls and robots are not edible. It leaves us three possible choices: the settlement dwellers, the monsters and the lesser raiders. Who is the easiest prey?

>why isn't everyone a raider?
Because they don't know how to raid. Just like we're not a carpenter because we don't know how to carpenterate. Or are you trying to say that anybody who isn't a raider automatically has a purpose?)
>Fair point at the end there, we're a killer through and through, that shit ain't changing.
>But, that doesn't explain how mercs or talons aren't raiders, or Red Eye, or the DJ faggot.
>Nah, I may be too dumb to understand it, but I know purpose is a thing, and I gotta find one.
>I like the idea of finding Red Eye or DJ Faggot, but that can come once our stomach is growling non stop and our claws stop shaking from hunger.

>>36805379
(well, if there's a town this close to raiders and they're not all dead that means they're better armed than the raiders. We should go show those little shit show raiders that we're still the Biggest Bitch in these parts. And also steal they're food and booze and drugs and guns.)
>Eh, the Town is still there more because of our wing mate, she had a great extortion thing going, and we got plenty of action ourselves dealing with all the ponies who played hero.
>The small fry raiders though... yeah... that would work, that would work good.
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>>36805555
>We spread our wings, and took flight, it felt good to get weight off our limbs.
>we got some altitude, getting up closer to the cloud ceiling. One of the great things about our coloring is that it's really easy to blend in against the puffy back drop.
>It felt good to be airborne, feel the wind flowing through our feathers, to be so high above all the shit below. It made us feel alive, it made us feel powerful.
>It was about now it really hit us: we were alive! We'd survived! It was dumb luck, and we were always a bit luckier than most, but still.
>We've nearly died a few times in our life, but they'd always been in fights, and would've been quick. That cross was killing us slow, we'd been up there long enough that all we could do was think about our mortality, it hadn't been fun, at all.
>It had driven home how pointless our life had felt to me. I wasn't ready to die, I felt like I'd wasted my life somehow.
>I can't let that happen again.
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>After a short flight, we soon circled over a sizable patch of suburban ruins. This had been one of those nicer communities before the war, with lots of big houses.
>As we glided down to land, we spot a raider camp in a house a street over from where we land.
>We land in an empty street, surrounded by blown out houses, dirt lawns, wrecked autowagons, and the occasional skeleton.
>Like the two pony skeletons hugging each other on a nearby bench, what's up skeleton dudes?
>Or... maybe skeleton chicks? One dude and one chick? I dunno, they're hugging and they're there
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>>36805561
>Like the two pony skeletons hugging each other on a nearby bench, what's up skeleton dudes?
>Or... maybe skeleton chicks? One dude and one chick? I dunno, they're hugging and they're there
Who give a shit? FOOD! FOCUS!
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>>36805561
We're going to join them if we won't eat. Except that nobody will hug our skeleton. Find yourself a fat raider already.
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>>36805561
Think of the delicious 200 year old sugar cereal.
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>>36805561
Did we see how many raiders were in the camp as we flew, or how well armed they were.
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>>36805561

>>36805602
>>36805626
>>36805637
(We're going to join them if we won't eat. Except that nobody will hug our skeleton. Find yourself a fat raider already.)
>Yeah, yeah, I know, we're fucking shaking we're so hungry, I'm just trying to keep our cool here.
>If these small fries sense weakness, they'll fucking pounce on us, and we're still a bit weak from the cross.

>>36805694
(Did we see how many raiders were in the camp as we flew, or how well armed they were?)
>We didn't see too many outside, although two were standing out front, and one was standing on the roof keeping watch.
>We didn't get a great look at their gear either, but we can find out pretty quick.

>We walked between the houses, and soon had a view of the place across the street.
>the lower floor windows had been barricaded, and graffiti lined the walls.
>the two ponies out front, and the one on the roof, were wearing scraps of clothing, and pieces of padding and scrap metal plating with varying amounts of spikes, the usual for small fries like them. Their gear made them look cool, but wouldn't give them much real protection.
>The two out front were armed with old pistols, the one on the roof some sorta long gun.
>The one on the roof spotted us immediately, and shouted down at us, "hey! I fucking saw you land bitch! Come out nice and slow or you're fucking dinner!"
>His buddies out front looked our way as well, with shit eating grins.
>Oh yeah, this was the place, time to get back on our paws. We're not scared of these bitches, right? I know I'm not
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>>36805896
>We're not scared of these bitches, right?
You mean morsels, right?
Don't give them a chance to hit, stay mobile. Use your wings to juke their aim maybe, or use one as a meatshield, just make sure not to get slowed down in the open.
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>>36805896
No element of surprise? Luckily, we don't need all of them yet. Snatch the talkative one.
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>>36805896
We've gotta start with the guy on the roof, right?
Long gun means long range and he's probably a better shot than the ground-bound gangbangers. Working our way from the top down ought to be the safest option, considering that we're going through food withdrawals.
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>>36805896
>only one guy on overwatch
absolutely pathetic, grab his ass, fly him high and drop him. Mouthy dickhead he his.
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>>36806020
But it will make the tastiest parts split out into the dirt! Won't it be better to carefully take him to some cozy private place?
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>>36806033
Not gonna lie feather head you got some fucked up voices in your brain.
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>>36806047
S-sorry, I'll try to think less about food and more about murder in the future.
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>>36806033
>some cozy private place?
you trying to eat him or rape him, cat?
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>>36806079
Yes.
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>>36806079
We can also ask him if he ever felt like his life is meaningless.
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>>36806182
This is a good point. Maybe mouthy raider pony can help us find meaning in our directionless life.
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>>36805896

>>36806047
(Not gonna lie feather head you got some fucked up voices in your brain.)
>Eh, I'm used to it. Besides, a lot of the time your ideas are better than mine, we're all in this together after all.

>>36806222
(This is a good point. Maybe mouthy raider pony can help us find meaning in our directionless life.)
>Priorities dude, we gotta get some food and some fucking respect first

>>36805945
>>36805976
>>36806020
>>36806033
(>We're not scared of these bitches, right?
You mean morsels, right?
Don't give them a chance to hit, stay mobile. Use your wings to juke their aim maybe, or use one as a meatshield, just make sure not to get slowed down in the open.)
(No element of surprise? Luckily, we don't need all of them yet. Snatch the talkative one.)
(We've gotta start with the guy on the roof, right?
Long gun means long range and he's probably a better shot than the ground-bound gangbangers. Working our way from the top down ought to be the safest option, considering that we're going through food withdrawals.)
(>only one guy on overwatch
absolutely pathetic, grab his ass, fly him high and drop him. Mouthy dickhead he his.)
>Wonderful ideas
>You gotta feel bad for all these ponies that don't got wings, I couldn't even imagine what it'd be like if you had to live stuck to the ground
>Especially those earth ponies. At least unicorns have magic, earth ponies are just 'uh... I can walk'
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>>36806239

>"who the FUCK do you think you're talking to!?", we screamed, pissed off, as we spread our wings and shot straight up into the air.
>the jackass on the roof panicked, and fired at where we were previously standing.
>pressing our opening, we flapped our wings to hook our momentum downward, so we wound fly straight into this loud mouth.
>as we landed, we shouldered into him, grabbed the gun out of his magical grip with our left claw, and grabbed him by the throat with our right claw, sinking our ivory white talons into his neck, and lifting him up into the air.
>he squirmed in our grip for a moment, bleeding around our talons, kicking at the air, his forelegs reaching up to grab at our scarred wrist, as he whimpered and chocked for air.
>We then took flight again, getting some air, before dropping the pathetic sack of shit, letting him fall, screaming, until he slammed into the street below with a thud.
>We flew down and landed next to the dead loudmouth, where his buddies turned to point their weapons at us.
>"You better drop those fucking pea shooters and tell your boss Reaper is here, NOW!", we shout at the pair, with all that angry griffin energy we can muster, our eyes full of fire.
>If these fuckers took a shot, we were gonna turn this place into a slaughterhouse.
>both raiders went flush in the face, though, and one dropped his pistol and ran off into the house.
>we huffed for a few moments, before our stomach growled again, and we shouted at the second raider, "what the fuck are you looking at!? get me some fucking food! NOW!"
>the second raider spun on his hooves and ran off into the house as well. Leaving us alone for the moment.
>Damn it, the shakes and the pit in our stomach isn't letting us get any enjoyment out of this
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>>36806247
Birds like eyes.
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>>36806247
Remember not to let them know we're on our own now. They'll gut us like, well like raiders.
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>>36803684
Based and Lacunaepilled
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>>36806247

>While we were alone, we took a look at the gun that loudmouth had been using.
>It was a single shot shotgun, the kind with a hammer you pulled back between shots. The barrel was covered in rust, and some wire was wrapped around the barrel and front furniture. It was built with a griffin grip, lucky us.
>Glancing back at the loudmouth we'd killed, we saw he was wearing a looped belt of shotgun shells around his waist, score!
>We grabbed it and sashed it loosely around the tied off turnout coat we already had tied off around our waist as a skirt, the only thing our wing mate had left on is when she nailed us up.
>We popped open the shotgun, let the spent shell eject, then popped in a new one, flicked our new gun shit, and pulled back the hammer.
>I fucking love shotguns, we can beat the hell outta them, pull them out of a literal trash pile, and they still work. Baddass.
>The pair of raiders came back outside, now looking at us with clear fear and respect. Good, these pathetic assholes should feel honored a strong woman like her was looking to them for help.
>a few other small fry raiders were peeking through the doorway of the house, getting a look at us, and looking surprised and afraid, good, good, that's the kind of respect you give stronger people.
>"Here you go, b-boss", the second one said, holding out an already open can of baked beans.
>We snatched it from them, dropped the shotgun, and began drinking the beans down with both claws, chugging it, not even bothering to chew.
>Sweet Celestia above you needed this!
>"Uh... we heard your main bitch killed you", the first of the pair said, a bit apprehensively.
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>>36806843
>>36806272
(Remember not to let them know we're on our own now. They'll gut us like, well, like raiders)
>we dropped the empty can, and snarled at him, "you heard wrong, now get me more beans, I'm still fucking starving, and some water! And booze!"
>he quickly shrank back and nodded, before running off back towards the house.
>"a decent chair too!", we yelled after him as he passed into the doorway.
>We then licked the sweet blood off our talons, scooped up our shotgun, slung it, and regarded the second small fry we had standing before us.
>Any good questions, orders?
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>>36807520
I want to seduce Pipcorn
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>>36806849
No idea. They wouldn't be here if they were particularly useful for our revenge, or if they knew something important about purpose, or if they were useful at anything at all. In fact, since they're so pathetic, maybe we should do something for them? Find out how things are going and what problems do they have.
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>>36806849
We're starved and beat to shit, get too plastered and they might try something. But recovery seems to be the best course for now.
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>>36800974
>>36803554
shit taste.
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>>36807711
Not a bad idea. This band of baddies could be useful. It wouldn't be the worst idea to try our talons at making a new, hopefully less treacherous gang. At least for a little while.
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>>36806849

>>36807729
(We're starved and beat to shit, get too plastered and they might try something. But recovery seems to be the best course for now.)
>We have enough food in us to cut down on the shakes, another can of beans and we should have a nice full belly again.
>But, yeah, we were in bad shape. Our paws and wrists still burned to stand on, our whole body and lungs are sore all over, and we felt extremely tired. It was safe to say the only reason we were still awake was the second wind from that potion, and that was fading away slowly over time.
>We'd kept ourself awake and alive on that cross for most of those three days though, we can keep ourself awake for a while.
>good call on the booze too, we want our senses sharp.

>>36807711
>>36807948
(No idea. They wouldn't be here if they were particularly useful for our revenge, or if they knew something important about purpose, or if they were useful at anything at all. In fact, since they're so pathetic, maybe we should do something for them? Find out how things are going and what problems do they have.)
(Not a bad idea. This band of baddies could be useful. It wouldn't be the worst idea to try our talons at making a new, hopefully less treacherous gang. At least for a little while.)
>Yeah... we were an alpha, but an alpha needs her pack.
>Fear and respect, that's what we need. So far we have respect through fear, now we need fear through respect.
>"who's the boss in your little group?", We ask the raider still near us.
>"u-uh... no one, really, we just sorta... vote, on stuff", the stallion admitted.
>"Well, I'm in charge now, lemme see the gang", we said, gesturing towards the house.
>"Yeah, follow me", he said, leading us into the house, where the other raiders stepped back to make way for our entrance.
>The living room of the house was trashed, with a bunch of seating and a couch pulled up around a fire barrel in the middle of the space. There were stairs on the left and right sides of the room, leading up to an interior balcony, with a kitchen further back on the first floor, and doors off to the side to access the wings of the house.
>The kitchen had a lot of blood stains all over the counter.
>That first raider we'd sent off to get us more food was digging around the old kitchen, and we shouted back towards him, "hurry the fuck up!", causing his search to become a little more frantic.
>We then stepped over, propped up our shotgun, and flopped back onto the couch, with our arms crossed, wings spread, right leg propped up on the back rest, left leg dangling down to let our paw touch the floor, and our head propped up against the side limb rest.
>Damn did it feel good to lay down.
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>>36808167
>Our new gang of nobodies included the following:
>The first was the pony we'd sent for food: he was an earth pony stallion, carrying a 9mm pistol, and wearing some old canvas shorts and some spiky padding over his forelegs.
>next was the seccond of the pair from out front: Unicorn stallion, he'd been carrying a rusty 10mm pistol, and wore an old chest rig filled with molotov cocktails, as well as a baseball helmet and a quilt secured around his waist as a skirt using a belt.
>next was an earth pony mare, hot pink, bald head, wore a gas mask, some spiky horseshoes, a bandolier lined with several kitchen knives, a few belts up and down her right foreleg, and nothing else. She was pretty athletic.
>finally, was an earth pony mare with a baseball cap, her mane pulled back into a ponytail. She wore some scrap metal plating over her torso, and some cloth wraps around her hooves. Over her chest she had a 32 revolver tucked into a chest holster. She was also carrying around an old two by four with some nails spiked through it.
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>>36808171
Damn this is kinda sad. I genuinely feel bad about killing that other guy now, its like beating up kids. Hell, did we eat their only can of beans? That one has a fucking 2x4 for fucks sake.
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>>36808171
>>36808445
this is just sad...
Wonder if they even have any ammo for those guns. Hey... if they do, it'd be useful to ask where they got it.
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>>36808445
>>36808527
This whole almost dying thing has us going soft. Maybe if we help these lowbies we can get some direction in our life. And remember your manners if you are too much pf a dick they might shoot you, or in this case bludgeon you to death.
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>>36808445
>>36808527
Poor, pitiful ponies are useful ponies. They're desperate, clearly need our guidance and any measure of success should solidify our stake on the leader position.
And the guy on the roof definitely deserved it.
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>>36808943
I still have no clue how you arrived at that conclusion
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sneed
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>>36808943
Based and Dummypilled
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>>36808997
What the fuck do you mean how?
>Always high
>Likes it rough
>Screams and moans
>Can fight
>Will fight
>Lets you pin her down.
>Yells 'harder' when you try to be gentle.
If you're not a faggot and mare sweat doesn't bother you there's no downsides to this.
And if it does, she won't say no to a bath as long as there's drugs or sex involved.
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>>36808171
To make a real gang out of them, we need their respect, food and some proper weapons. Food and successful attacks are the solution to the respect problem, weapons are the solution both to the food problem and to the shortage of attackable targets, so the key question is, where do we get weapons for them? If we don't have a solid idea, maybe they do. There must be a target or two that they were drooling over.
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>>36808445
>>36808527
>>36808541
Nigga just make these retards find more food to fuel our wings' strength so we can go find the answers we need. Hell, kill them after we are done so they don't tell anyone we are quitting this shitty raid-to-raid life.
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>>36808943
a cute
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>>36809059
She'll kill me sooner or later. It bothers me.
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>>36809335
not if she loves you enough.
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>>36807520
Pipicorn's pretty cute, but what about Nightseer?
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>>36809499
I hate her for her 'regalia'. And I'm not even a moonfag, but this passage made me legit furious.
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>>36809421
Yes if she loves my stuff enough. Yes if she's hungry enough. Yes if she wakes up one day bored enough. Yes if she concludes that it'd be for the best for both of us. Yes if she's high enough to fail to recognize me. It's the classic bombing rule in action: real life with its hardships and confusion only has to be lucky once, two loving hearts have to be lucky always.
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>>36809519
Yeah, could imagine that'd make someone furious.
Despite her desecrating the corpse of the old Moon Goddess of Equestria, I'd still hatefuck her into the dirt.
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>>36809543
>Yes if she loves my stuff enough.
Just share.
>Yes if she wakes up one day bored enough.
I don't think there's 'bored enough to kill the only person I love in this shitty world for a kick', not even for a raider.
>Yes if she concludes that it'd be for the best for both of us.
Raiders are retarded, but ffs man, one that can reach that kind of 'conclusion' would already be foaming at the mouth and communicating in whimpers and screeches. Maybe don't go for one that THAT retarded.
>Yes if she's high enough to fail to recognize me
>Yes if she's hungry enough.
These are the only two that make any sense. Even then, just keep her fed and don't let her OD, dumbass. She's a raider, of course she's retarded and needs your help. If you love each other, then take better care of her.
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>>36809499
Despite her pointlessly edgy outfit, she was one of the things that made me love the alicorns.

Sad that she ends up just another nothing-burger to get jobbed by Pip.
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>>36809604
This desu, just don't pick one that's actually foaming at the mouth.
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>>36809856
Based as fuck.
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>>36809604
>one that can reach that kind of 'conclusion' would already be foaming at the mouth
I have implicitly assumed that I'm not too far from her, both property- and mental health-wise. It's a realistic assumption: if the world is fucked up enough to produce lots of ponies like her, then, statistically, I will probably land somewhere in the hungry-dirty-sick-and-wishing-to-die tail of Pareto distribution, one way or another. But even if by some oversight of the higher power I happen to be sane and rich while she's pathetic and dying from hunger, then killing me out of mercy still may make sense for her: after all, I'm wasting my life on somebody like her, so something must be broken within me.
Oh, and if I don't need her for survival and have just decided to take her under my wing on a whim, then we should also add resentment to the list of completely valid reasons to kill me. Who likes to be looked down to?
>Just share
No. My stuff. Shoo.
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>>36808445
>>36808527
>>36808541
>>36808674
>>36809101
(Damn this is kinda sad. I genuinely feel bad about killing that other guy now, its like beating up kids. Hell, did we eat their only can of beans? That one has a fucking 2x4 for fucks sake.)
(this is just sad...
Wonder if they even have any ammo for those guns. Hey... if they do, it'd be useful to ask where they got it.)
(This whole almost dying thing has us going soft. Maybe if we help these lowbies we can get some direction in our life. And remember your manners if you are too much pf a dick they might shoot you, or in this case bludgeon you to death.)
(Poor, pitiful ponies are useful ponies. They're desperate, clearly need our guidance and any measure of success should solidify our stake on the leader position.
And the guy on the roof definitely deserved it.)
(Nigga just make these retards find more food to fuel our wings' strength so we can go find the answers we need. Hell, kill them after we are done so they don't tell anyone we are quitting this shitty raid-to-raid life.)
>The guy on the roof took a shot at us, I don't tolerate that shit. Especially since we have something of a reputation around here.
>But... yeah, this was pretty sad, especially since we could almost imagine our younger self amongst the lineup.
>But we were a young teenager back then, so it was more justifiable.
>101 has a good point: I gotta put this shit behind us. But we can't just leave without getting payback on our wing mate, she betrayed us, and we trusted her more than anyone else we'd ever known. We can't just swallow that and run away.
>We'll build this gang up into something useful, then make our move to kill that bitch and break up our old gang. Then we'll leave this all behind, whoever's left can pick up the pieces after that.
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>>36809992
>>36809096
(To make a real gang out of them, we need their respect, food and some proper weapons. Food and successful attacks are the solution to the respect problem, weapons are the solution both to the food problem and to the shortage of attackable targets, so the key question is, where do we get weapons for them? If we don't have a solid idea, maybe they do. There must be a target or two that they were drooling over.)
>We got to business, and said authoritatively, "Alright, here's the deal: you heard I was dead, and I wanna keep it that way. You don't get to ask why, not yet. I'm taking over this group, and I'm gonna make you all a whole lot tougher, got it?"
>There were a lot of nods, as the pony in the kitchen ran over with another can of beans, which we began to drink down between our moments to talk.
>We sat up, and asked, "now, let's start with weapons: they're awful, one of you is using a fucking board of wood, do any of you even have bullets for those guns?"
>"We got a couple bullets between us", the mare with the board said, "and what's wrong with a board? You got a problem with beating ponies to death?"
>"I got a problem with beating ponies to death with boards", we retorted, "if you're gonna be doing that, we gotta get you a bat or a wrench or something other than a damn board"
>"your weapons, where'd you get them?", we ask.
>"killing scavengers, mostly", the same mare answered.
>We're getting leader vibes from this one, she was still intimidated, but she was the one stepping up to speak for the group. We'll have to keep an eye on this one.
>"never a caravan? Or one of the smaller settlements?", we ask.
>"Caravans are the Brigade's to hit, uh... you should know, you lead them", she replied.
>"Yeah, well, that shit is about to change, but you're not ready for a caravan yet", we said
>"We're gonna shake down a settlement", We said, finishing off our can of beans, finally good and full.
>"Now, what's the deal with this group? What keeps you all together? What's your name?", We ask, leaning forward in our seat.
>"Uh... our group doesn't have a name", the leader mare said, "we all stick together because we're all cannibals, we eat ponies, zebras, uh... griffins, whatever we can get our hooves on"
>Cannibals huh? Well, they seemed to still have their wits about them
>"How bad's the food situation?", we ask
>a grumbling stomach from the mare in the gas mask answered our question.
>"never mind, I get the idea", we said, "I want you all to eat up whatever you've got left tonight, we're gonna get weapons and all the food we can eat tomorrow, I'm gonna make damn sure of it"
>That last announcement got some excited smiles from the group. It seemed they were on board.
>"and work on the name, you gotta have a fucking name if you're gonna be a gang"
>We'd named our gang "The Brigade" because our gang liked to mix old firefighter gear into our outfits, like the turnout jacket we were using as a skirt.
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>>36809856
Reminds me of the randos who'll charge you with a pool cue in Freeside.
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>>36809936
>I have implicitly assumed that I'm not too far from her, both property- and mental health-wise. It's a realistic assumption: if the world is fucked up enough to produce lots of ponies like her, then, statistically, I will probably land somewhere in the hungry-dirty-sick-and-wishing-to-die tail of Pareto distribution, one way or another. But even if by some oversight of the higher power I happen to be sane and rich while she's pathetic and dying from hunger, then killing me out of mercy still may make sense for her: after all, I'm wasting my life on somebody like her, so something must be broken within me.
>Oh, and if I don't need her for survival and have just decided to take her under my wing on a whim, then we should also add resentment to the list of completely valid reasons to kill me. Who likes to be looked down to?
I don't think she would bother with complex emotions and philosophical quandaries like your describing. She'd only know she likes being with you, and that's all she'd care about.

>No. My stuff. Shoo.
That's a (you) problem.
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>>36810006
So including us, we have 5 unarmored bodies with a 9mm, a 10mm, a .32 revolver, a single shot shotgun, a set of molotovs and a various staby murder instruments. Exactly how much resistance are we expecting, because its not like we're gonna be able to talk anyone down if the toenies decide that we aint shit. Also ponytail atleast seems not to be a blubbering coward, good for her :D
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>>36810026
>I don't think she would bother with complex emotions and philosophical quandaries
Yep, that concludes it. I'd totally kill you if I was her.
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>>36810168
>she would bother with complex emotions and philosophical quandaries
If you're implying this, she'd probably have enough of a conscience to talk to you about it. I don't think her first (or last) reaction would be to tear your heart out.
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>>36810006
What do you think, can the board pony become a good replacement for our wingmate? She used to tolerate this voting bullshit, so if at some point in the future she'll jump at our throat, it probably won't be just for the sake of formal leadership. Let's not repeat the same mistake again.
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>>36810383
She seems to be the only one not pissing themselves infront of us, and she seems to be speaking for the rest of them. I'd reckon if we keep her close the others will fall behind her.
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>>36810006
>>36810141
(So including us, we have 5 unarmored bodies with a 9mm, a 10mm, a .32 revolver, a single shot shotgun, a set of molotovs and a various staby murder instruments. Exactly how much resistance are we expecting, because its not like we're gonna be able to talk anyone down if the townies decide that we aint shit. Also, ponytail at least seems not to be a blubbering coward, good for her :D)
>Good point...
>No way are we hitting the bigger town, this group can't handle that, The Brigade could've taken them, but even then it would've been a half decent fight.
>I'm thinking us and this new gang hit one of the smaller settlements, the ones with less than a dozen ponies.
>Extorting them might be a challenge, we can be pretty intimidating all on our own, but they're bound to have a couple decent weapons amongst them, and at least one hero dumb enough to kick off some shooting.
>We'll just have to go straight for the kill. That'll give these nobodies a chance to get a real fight, and get a real big meal, that should make them respect us as a leader.
>More so if we actually eat some pony meat. Gotta show we fit in, even if we've avoided that stuff in the past. But, eh, fuck it, we were all ready to eat someone's guts not twenty minutes ago if it came to it. Survival of the fittest and all that.
>We're cooking that pony meat though, fuck eating it raw.

>We stood up and stretched, before grabbing our gun and asking ponytail, "hey, what's your name? And where's a good spot for me to sleep?"
>"Jawbreaker", ponytail replied, "and uh... our guy on the roof? He had it coming, I get that, but please don't kill any more of my friends, okay?"
>we scowled down at her for a moment, before replying in a dangerous tone, "make sure your friends don't get it coming to them, and I won't". We then shrugged, and smirked, "but I ain't planning to, I need you, and clearly you need me. You didn't answer my second question"
>"Oh, uh, head upstairs, there's a bedroom on the right", Jawbreaker said, "and, thanks, I guess"
>We spread our wings and flew up to the second floor balcony, leaving the rest of our new gang below us.
>We landed on the interior balcony, and stepped over to the door.
>Opening it, we were met with a trashed single bedroom with an attached bathroom, and a boarded up window.
>We locked the bedroom door, then propped it shut with an old chair.
>We then pulled the old mattress of the bed and stuck it on the floor in the corner, and sat down with our back pressed against said corner.
>I like sleeping sitting in corners.
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>>36811009
>>36810383
>>36810756
(What do you think, can the board pony become a good replacement for our wingmate? She used to tolerate this voting bullshit, so if at some point in the future she'll jump at our throat, it probably won't be just for the sake of formal leadership. Let's not repeat the same mistake again.)
(She seems to be the only one not pissing themselves infront of us, and she seems to be speaking for the rest of them. I'd reckon if we keep her close the others will fall behind her.)
>We're definitely keeping her as our top lieutenant of this whole gong, and she can have the lead back once we have our revenge, after that we'll be done with this life as a raider.
>We sighed, and pulled our legs up so we could hug them with our arms, resting the chin of our beak on our knees as we stared off at nothing in particular.
>No, Jawbreaker could never replace our wing mate.
>Our wing mate's name is Harvester, and ours has been Reaper.
>When we were barely a teenager, we got kicked out of town after killing another kid in a fight. We'd already been a troublemaking orphan, so no one cared what happened to us as long as we weren't their problem anymore.
>Harvester had been in the gang that had taken us in after that. She quickly became our friend, our first one in a long time, got us to change our name to Reaper.
>Over the years we've fought together, killed together, slept together, partied together. She was the only true friend we ever had, the only other person we ever felt we could really trust.
>She's weaker than us, but still about average in strength compared to others, average stamina, and she's just a little faster and more agile than us, and she was just as skilled with her claws as us after years of sparring together.
>What she lacked in physical capabilities she made up for in smarts and charisma. We were the ones who struck fear and respect into our followers, and our prey, we lead the bigger raids, but Harvester dealt with the day to day shit.
>She was also a bloodthirsty sadist, masshocist too, we'd always had a bloodlust and been something of a daredevil, but she practically worshipped pain, even when it got her in trouble.
>We made one hell of pair
>But after she strung us up... she confessed she never actually cared about us. We were a useful tool, but after taking those pills, confessing that I wanted more from life, a purpose, she knew we'd no longer be useful.
>I'm pissed... but it also hurts...
>Our eyes started to water up a bit
>shit, shit, don't fucking cry like some bitch, Reaper, we're tougher than this.
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>>36811014
What if it wasn't about your weakness? Tools typically have purposes. It defines them. So when you told her that you want a purpose, in her birdy brain it transformed into something like "the purpose that you're been working so hard to give me is not good enough for me" and then into "you're not good enough for me". She felt betrayed, and she betrayed you back.
A tool towards what end we were? What was her end goal?
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>>36811014
To be honest kid your kinda stupid, but your big and cool and you're a pretty birdy. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and get some nap time in so we can go kill some shit and get laid. That will make you feel better. And we should pick a new name, if she gave it to us and then dropped us like a sack of shit we should shrug off her baggage.
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>>36811114
It doesn't matter what the hell she wanted, she's dead the moment we are in claw's reach of her neck.

also
>>36811146
>get laid
Let's go find some BIG, STRONG griffon male worthy of our snu snu. Not some random pony meat.
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>>36806756
Yes. I completely fell for her, she was such a precious being among the wasteland.
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>>36811185
good luck finding condoms, what if we get preggers? How do you suppose we raise an egg in this economy?
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>>36811194
What's the story behind that letter she's carrying?
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>>36811194
Too precious as it turns out.
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>>36811194
>tf2 minigun
why horsefuckers like that game so much?
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>>36811278
It went free to play at the same time as the show came out and it's fun.
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>>36811263
oh you absolute barbarian.
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>>36811227
>How do you suppose we raise an egg in this economy?
>Implying we'll raise it.
It's free protein.
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>>36811263
>>36811446
>killing babies
>eating babies
>killing and eating our own babies
Maybe we shouldn't have stopped taking our meds...
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>>36811014

>>36811114
(...A tool towards what end we were? What was her end goal?)
>What else? A big strong gang, all the weapons, chems, sex, supplies and whatever else she could ever want.
>We were a big, tough brute she could throw at all the problems she couldn't solve herself.
>Now we wanted a purpose, something more than the usual raid to raid bullshit, and that meant we wouldn't be giving her what she wanted anymore, so she got rid of us.
>With the Bregade at her back, she didn't need us anymore anyways.
>I thought she loved us...

>>36811146
>>36811185
>>36811227
(To be honest kid your kinda stupid, but your big and cool and you're a pretty birdy. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and get some nap time in so we can go kill some shit and get laid. That will make you feel better. And we should pick a new name, if she gave it to us and then dropped us like a sack of shit we should shrug off her baggage.)
(It doesn't matter what the hell she wanted, she's dead the moment we are in claw's reach of her neck.

also
>get laid
Let's go find some BIG, STRONG griffon male worthy of our snu snu. Not some random pony meat.)
(good luck finding condoms, what if we get preggers? How do you suppose we raise an egg in this economy?)
>We smiled a little, and wiped some of the tears out of our eyes with a fist.
>Thanks, I needed to hear that.
>I've missed having all you voices in my head, even if you don't sound the same anymore. It's nice to not be making all these choices on my own. I don't know how anyone else does it, this last week has been awful. Before the crucifixion part.
>Even the psycho motherfuckers, in a weird way. Even if a lot of their input is legit insane. We're trying really hard not to acknowledge the... baby eating stuff? Yeah, nope, not thinking about that. Even a violent bitch like me can have a line somewhere.
>We're going to get some payback, we're gonna kill Harvester, and we're going to do it the way she'll hate: quick and messy in a proper fight.
>I'll let Reaper die with Harvester, we can pick a new name after that.
>As for sex, like proper dick in pussy sex, I agree, with another griffin is best. But we haven't fucked other guys all that often in the past, and I'm keeping that trend going. The idea of getting pregnant freaks me out, I don't know how I'd handle it.
>We swing both ways though, so, maybe we could get that mare in the gas mask to eat us out if we're really feeling it after tomorrow.

>We laid our head back into the corner and closed our eyes, let our claws slide down to our lap, and took a few breaths, trying to relax.
>After a little bit, we fell asleep
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>>36811584
>We woke up the next morning to a knock on our door.
>"Uh... boss? You in there?", Jawbreaker asked from the other side.
>We stood up and stretched, calling out, "yeah, you leave me anything to eat?"
>"We got some smoked unicorn intensities we kept aside for you", Jawbreaker called back, "we ate almost everything else, like you said. It wasn't a whole lot, but enough for everyone to go into this about full"
>"Great, I'll be out in a second", we called back, finishing our morning stretches.
>Our scars from the crucifixion still stung a little, but they were much better off than yesterday, just a mild soreness.
>We felt a lot of our energy was back as well, a proper meal and some rest really worked wonders.
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>>36811585
there's a joke to be made about a cannibal eating you out. But now less talky more skull thumping.
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>>36811585
>unicorn
The one from the roof? It's good to hear that his life was not wasted for nothing, after all.
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>>36811687
Just tell her to keep her teeth at bay lol
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>>36811778
bro these ponies are fucking metal
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>>36811778
This can only be an advantage. Consuming a killed comrade solves part of our food problem. Creating any corpses in our upcoming raid will ALSO solve our food problem. Really, we couldn't have come across a greater group of degenerates to aid in our little revenge scheme. Here's hoping they're not cowards.
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>>36811585
Did we actually have a plan? Come on your in the pilot seat beakface what's the score?
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>>36811585

>>36811687
>>36811983
(there's a joke to be made about a cannibal eating you out. But now less talky more skull thumping.)
(Just tell her to keep her teeth at bay lol)
>We laughed a bit
>That's hilarious
>We gotta remember that teeth line if it goes that route

>"Uh... you okay in there, boss?", Jawbreaker asked out in the hall.
>"yeah, don't worry about it, you wouldn't get it", we chuckled, removing the chair and stepping out into the hall.

>>36811778
>>36812036
>>36812154
(>unicorn
The one from the roof? It's good to hear that his life was not wasted for nothing, after all.)
(bro these ponies are fucking metal)
(This can only be an advantage. Consuming a killed comrade solves part of our food problem. Creating any corpses in our upcoming raid will ALSO solve our food problem. Really, we couldn't have come across a greater group of degenerates to aid in our little revenge scheme. Here's hoping they're not cowards.)
>"Morning", we said, before raising an eyebrow and asking, "is the unicorn meat from the loudmouth I killed yesterday?"
>"yeah, who else? Meat's meat, and he wasn't using it anymore", Jawbreaker shrugged, "that okay?"
>"what's that mean?", we asked a bit passive aggressively.
>she quickly corrected herself, but kept her cool, "Uh... is that okay with you? Eating a friend's body, that pisses some people off, you've made it pretty clear rule one isn't to piss you off"
>"good attitude, yeah, keeping me happy is a good start", we smirked, before walking over to the balcony, "and he ain't my friend. Glad you cooked him though"
>"Oh, great, everyone's looking forward to this raid, and the food", Jawbreaker smiled.
>"Awesome, that's the spirit. Everyone better be ready for a fight, we're gonna be going right for the kill", we smirked, looking down over the railing.
>The others were sitting around the fire, finishing off their unicorn breakfast, gnawing on pieces of meat on lengths of bone.
>"don't worry, we smoked the meat yesterday, then warmed it up this morning", Jawbreaker said.
>"awesome", we smiled, before asking, "no one's pissed I killed him, right? I don't want a bullet or knife to my back"
>"Eh, there were some hard feelings at first, he was really funny, then we remembered he was a unicorn and all his meat was intact", Jawbreaker shrugged, "Unicorn meat has that savory taste to it, it's amazing, a favorite for most of us"
>"uh... cool", we said, "I've never actually eaten pony before, but I'm open to trying it. What should I expect?"
>Jawbreaker smiled, "The best meat you'll ever eat, that's what. Some better than others. We gotta kill you another griffin sometime, there's something special about eating the meat of your own kind"
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>>36812309
christ almighty, that pussy mare better watch her tongue
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>>36812347
a bit of snark is good, it'll keep her above her peers and if we're gonna ditch this crew after we murder that chicken-nigglet we'll need a successor.
>>36812309
We know that we don't have a whole lot of firepower or the ammunition to sustain a firefight. So whatever we do it's gotta be fast and with as few shots fired as possible.
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>>36812309

>We spread our wings and flew down to the fire.
>The gas mask mare on the couch moved over so we could sit. Her mask was pulled halfway up her face so her muzzle was free to rip foreleg flesh off of the bone.
>We looked over at the stuff cooking on the rack, the smaller stuff in some old pans.
>We grabbed a length of hind leg and sat down, regarding it for a moment, before biting down and ripping off a chunk in our beak, giving it a thorough chew
>...
>...holy shit this was really good
>like, really really good
>"this is really good", we said, looking around the group, "I should've hung out with you lot way before now"
>"glad you like it, boss", molotov chest rig said, loosening up just a little.
>Jawbreaker sat down, and pulled the intensities off one of the pans to eat herself, working through it all pretty quick. Seems they really were hungry.
>"You've got some real nice talons, boss", the stallion we'd kept barking at for food yesterday said, "they look really sharp"
>"thank you", we said with a satisfied grin, putting a claw up to our chest, "I like to kill up close and personal, so they get a lot of use"
>>36812347
>>36812394
(christ almighty, that pussy mare better watch her tongue)
(a bit of snark is good, it'll keep her above her peers and if we're gonna ditch this crew after we murder that chicken-nigglet we'll need a successor.)
>She remembers who's top dog, and she should keep her lackies in line, that's what's important.
>Normally we'd also care about whether we like them, and how good they are in a fight, but this isn't some long term thing we're setting up, we just need a big enough push to get us to Harvester.

>>36812394
>>36812209
(Did we actually have a plan? Come on your in the pilot seat beakface what's the score?)
(We know that we don't have a whole lot of firepower or the ammunition to sustain a firefight. So whatever we do it's gotta be fast and with as few shots fired as possible.)
>I'm an idiot, but I'm clever enough when I need to be, and I've got you all to help with ideas again. We've got this, raiding is something we're good at.
>I'm thinking we stick to something so simple we can't fuck it up, and go with something that usually works pretty good:
>We finished our delicious unicorn meal, then dropped the bone and stood up to start walking around the fire, as we said, "Listen up: you noticed I asked you all to wake up just before dawn, that's because we're gonna hit them while it's still dark, and their night guards are tired-"
>We pointed towards Gas Mask and Jawbreaker, "-you and you: you're gonna ride on my back, and we're gonna fly in from above, try and hit their standing guards first-"
>we then gestured towards Molotov and food guy, "-you two will wait near the edge of the settlement, then rush in once shit starts kicking off. After that, just start killing anyone who fights back. I'm gonna try and drop anyone who looks like real trouble. The plan make sense?"
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>>36812517
>raider bird cutie with wings strong enough to carry two ponies
muh dick
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>>36812517
Are we aiming for theft, slaughter, or ransom?
>>36812592
also this
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>>36809856
Cute raider mare. Would cuddle/10.
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>>36812689
>>36812592
>>36812517
Is it flattery or narcisism if the voices in yout head wanna fuck you? Why are the numerous and indistinguishable voices in your head horny dudes... and phycos
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>>36812078
Only faggots would want this.
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>>36812803
So just Kip? Got it.
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>>36812721
Would you fuck us?
I'd fuck us
I'd fuck us hard
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>>36812721
selfcest is pretty hot
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>>36812078
Fuck no. I'm still traumatized by the bad ending scene from Fallout 1.
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>>36813028
https://youtu.be/iwXA_fIB2Ro
>1:21
This shit gives me shills still.
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>>36813083
The actual cutscene of that event is even more disturbing. It's dark as fuck, brutally raw, and shows you just how badly you have fucked things up. You were sent to rescue your home, and instead of doing so, you turn into a mutated monster and become their doom. And despite being made in stop motion, it has a creepy and offputting vibe to it that modern games never quite covered. Body horror mixed with the feeling of utter failure. It's beautifully done in its own fucked way.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVc9otAbicM
The scene starts at about 1:30.
10/10, would never do so even in the FoEverse.
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>>36813302
Yeah i saw the scene too. It spooked me at first, but the narration felt even more... Dunno, sad? The way he says the last line just feels so regretful.
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>>36812078
>>36813028
>>36813083
>>36813302
>>36813318
I wouldn't, both because of the above points, and because of the existential dread that comes with getting absorbed into a hive mind. Statistically speaking, if you join Unity, you're getting turned into a drone. If you're lucky some of you might get left in your form, but only what Unity deems useful. I think that experience would qualify as one of those "fates worse than death" authors like to talk about.
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>>36812517

>>36812592
>>36812689
>>36812721
>>36812852
(>raider bird cutie with wings strong enough to carry two ponies
muh dick)
(also this)
(Is it flattery or narcisism if the voices in yout head wanna fuck you? Why are the numerous and indistinguishable voices in your head horny dudes... and psychos)
(Would you fuck us?
I'd fuck us
I'd fuck us hard)
>We couldn't help but smile a little at the compliments.
>I like to think we're pretty good looking, and we got a great body. Strong, agile, lots of stamina, if we met a clone of ourselves I'd totally fuck us.
>Some people might take exception to our scars, but fuck 'em, I'm proud of our scars, we earned them.
>As for the question, I take it as flattery. Before those pills I wouldn't be sure, but I know which voice in my head is mine again.

>>36812689
(Are we aiming for theft, slaughter, or ransom?)
>Slaughter and theft. We don't have the numbers or group strength for ransom.

>The other members of our group nodded, agreeing with the plan.
>Jawbreaker smiled after catching our smile, and everyone else smiled and chuckled too, showing their excitement a bit.
>"Alright, enough waiting around, let's go get some!", We declared, stepping out the front door.
>the others gathered themselves and followed.
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>It was probably an hour before dawn when we arrived at the settlement.
>The settlement consisted of a larger ramshackle building constructed around the base of an old power line, one of those big ones that carry a whole bunch long distance.
>It was on the top of a hill, with some crop fields and a couple small shacks around it.
>We saw a pair of ponies in leather armor trotting around the fields with a lantern, while another pair of ponies in leather armor patrolled the roof of the larger building, keeping a lookout.
>Our group of cannibal nobodies were currently looking over the camp from a decent way back, from behind some rocks.
>It was hard to see what the guards had for guns from this far back.
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>>36813931
>pair of ponies on the roof
Get those little shits, secure the high ground.
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>>36814118
this desu preferably quietly. No use giving up the element of surprise.
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>>36813931

>>36814118
>>36814333
(>pair of ponies on the roof
Get those little shits, secure the high ground.)
(this desu preferably quietly. No use giving up the element of surprise.)
>That's the plan, hold the high ground, pick off prey one by one.
>Maybe we'll even get a decent fight. Doubt it, but sometimes settlers surprise us.
>I love having wings
>Although... quiet we don't typically do so well at.
>Damn it, one of our old lieutenants was great at that sneaky shit. We'd probably have a lot more info to work with going by now if she were here.

>We asked the group, "anyone here do quiet well? Sneaky shit?"
>we got a lot of shaking heads as an answer
>"same plan then", we said, before spreading our wings and leaning down for Jawbreaker and gas mask to hop onto our back, "hop on, let's get to it, and remember to jump off as soon as we land"
>The pair hopped on, and with a flap of our wings we took off, flying upwards to get some altitude.
>"w-whoa! Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!", Jawbreaker breathed, clutching harder to our shoulders.
>"shut up, it'll be over with soon", we grunted.
>she shut up and swallowed her nervous exclamations, good girl.
>It was slow to fly with this much weight, but it was nothing we couldn't handle, especially with these two being as light and lightly equipped as they were. Plus, we had the blackness of night to mask our approach.
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>>36814692
>we got enough altitude that we were able to fly directly over the big building without getting spotted.
>We circled for a minute, giving the pair on the ground a chance to move up, before falling into a fast dive.
>Jawbreaker held in a muffled scream as we fell.
>We banked between the power line's support struts, then with a few hard flaps of our wings, put ourselves upright, and reduced our speed enough to safely land on the wood and scrap metal roof on our paws and claws with a loud thud.
>The two guards on the roof spun to face us, one of them shouting, "what the fuck!?", in confusion. One was armed with an assault rifle slung on his chest, the other a slung hunting rifle on his back.
>They froze for a half second at the sight of us and our companions hopping off our back, and we smirked with an evil grin, "hello boys"
>assault rifle reacted first, making a grab for his gun, but we pounced at the same time.
>We swatted the rifle from his muzzle with our right claw as he pulled the trigger, sending a round into the roof before his rifle clattered away, and in a flash our left claw slashed through his neck.
>Our honed talons, propelled by our muscular form, ripped through his hide, blood vessels, and throat like a knife through tubes of butter, and we felt that electric tingle of excitement shoot up our spine.
>He dropped to the floor, clutching at his destroyed throat as it gushed blood. Our left claw was drenched in the sweet stuff, and our face and neck splattered with drops of it.
>At the same time, his companion had even less luck. He'd managed to shout out, "help!", while struggling with his sling, before he was tackled to the ground by gas mask.
>Gas mask mounted him and best him to death with puncturing blows to his head using her spiked horseshoes.
>Jawbreaker took a moment to vomit. Ugh, some people just can't handle flying. She's not getting the airlift next time.
>We heard lots of yelling below us in the large building we were on. It seemed we'd stirred the hive.
>below, outside, we heard pistols begin to shoot, followed by another pistol and a shotgun. It seemed the ground pair were taking on the patrol.
>we picked up the dropped assault rifle and tossed it to Jawbreaker, who caught it, and we barked, "pick it up girl, you gotta get some too!"
>"yeah, sorry boss", Jawbreaker said, before taking hold of the mouth grip.
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>>36814700
The quicker we murder the faster we eat. Heres hoping molotov doesnt burn too much of the loot.
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>>36814700
Good start. Focus on keeping our crew alive: we're not here for fun or profit, we're here to make them stronger. Jaw may make a few shots at the lantern guys from here to support our second pair, but don't leave her on the roof alone for long.
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>>36814700
Get down there, let's get more blood!
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>cancerblr artstyle
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>>36814700
We're still limited on both man-ponypower and firepower. Any loss of either will be very detrimental to our goals.
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>>36812078
>be human
>get dipped
>nothing happends since you are immune to magic
What now, transfags?
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>>36815020
Then you'll just drown in the green supercum. Congrats, you have chosen the most boring death imaginable over a glorious one.
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>>36815020
We'd just get turned into a monster if we're human. Only uncirons could get dipped and enter Unity.

Red Eye was pretty sure it had to do with all the parts of the Goddess originally being Unicorns, but we never did get to see if his theory was right or not. Either way, a Unity dip wouldn't mean we get to be a pretty alicorn mutant mare in the hive mind.
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>>36815033
>he cannot swim
Ask me how i know the color of your skin

>>36815037
>we'd just get turned into a monster
This isn't fallout's FEV
Pretty sure it works mostly because of magic and with no magic it would have no effect on anything
I headcanon humans being magic repellant so it probably wouldn't do anything to us
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>>36814700

>>36814819
>>36814852
>>36814870
>>36814978
(The quicker we murder the faster we eat. Heres hoping molotov doesnt burn too much of the loot.)
(Good start. Focus on keeping our crew alive: we're not here for fun or profit, we're here to make them stronger. Jaw may make a few shots at the lantern guys from here to support our second pair, but don't leave her on the roof alone for long.)
(Get down there, let's get more blood!)
(We're still limited on both man-ponypower and firepower. Any loss of either will be very detrimental to our goals.)
>Keep racking up kills
>Keep the crew alive
>Jaw can help cover the pair down below
>Don't leave our girls alone on the roof
>get more kills
>got it

>"Jawbreaker, get on the edge of the roof, shoot at the guards down there!", We ordered Jawbreaker, before pointing to gas mask, "you, with me"
>Jawbreaker nodded, and got over to the edge of the roof, where she started to fire down on the guards below"
>Meanwhile, we headed over to the stairs leading down into the main building.
>We saw a naked guard mare running up the stairs, holding a pistol, and immediately backstepped and dropped low, avoiding three shots fired our way.
>the idiot chose to climb up the stairs to get a better angle, letting us pounce on them, and grab their chin to force their head up and away from us using our bloody left claw.
>We ended up tumbling down the stairs with this pony as she fired off a couple shots wildly and punched us repeatedly in the chest and chisled abs with her forehooves. The hits stung, but didn't even wind us.
>As we rolled to a stop on the floor below, we sank our right talons into her belly down near her crotch, and forced them up, until they hit the base of her ribs, tearing open her belly and spilling her guts all over the floor.
>She let go of her pistol as she shrieked in agony, and another electric charge surged up our spine. This was two.
>We'd landed in a sizable room on the second floor, with several beds and footlockers along the walls. Three other ponies of varying races were in the room, in various stages of getting on their leather armor when we finished off their comrade and stood up with a hyped, predatory grin.
>They wasted no time, dropping what they were doing and reaching for weapons.
>a bigger earth pony stallion who'd already fully armored up took the most initiative though, and rushed us directly.
>He tried to tackle us, but we grabbed hold of his forelegs as he made impact and forced us down onto our back.
>us and him wreslted our arms/forelegs for a moment, growling at each other. His muzzle grit in a frown of anger, our beak grit with a hyped grin.
>"damn it, get off her, I don't got a shot!", one of the guards swore behind him.
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>>36815056
>I headcanon humans being magic repellant
This but with only with extra-dimensional beings.
If you're a human from this dimension, and somehow wound up there, you'd be immune because magic doesn't exist here. But if humans existed in the FoEverse, they wouldn't be magic repellent since it's a law of existence there.
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>>36815058
Is our new meat shield mad because of that dying mare? Beak to his eye socket. Shoot in the general direction of the voice if we can reach our shotgun from this position.
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>>36815058
bullets do not mix well with birdflesh, keep the nice buck between us and those bullets.
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>>36815020
>be human
>your rabid hatred of tf called Discord from his dimension
>he thinks it would be totally wacky to make you exclusively susceptible to IMP
>not only do you become alicorn, you also become Kip's personal cocksleeve mutie
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>>36815209
>exclusively susceptible to IMP
Does that mean that literally nothing else could touch me?
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>>36815058
Ohh so pone is mad. Let's peek his face lol
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>>36815056
>and with no magic it would have no effect on anything
It's a mutagenic agent created by magic. Whether magic is inherent in the thing or not after the processing isn't clear, but you don't want to risk that gamble because it's going to randomly mutate you to death if it works. So better stay away from it.
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>>36815058
>>36815153
>>36815175
>>36815534
(Is our new meat shield mad because of that dying mare? Beak to his eye socket. Shoot in the general direction of the voice if we can reach our shotgun from this position.)
(bullets do not mix well with birdflesh, keep the nice buck between us and those bullets.)
(Ohh so pone is mad. Let's peek his face lol)
>With a thrust of our head, we speared our beak right in and out of his eye, bursting it in a spray of blood.
>"Ah! Holy shit, holy shit!", he screamed in pain, squirming and trying to get off us.
>We didn't let him though, keeping hold of one of his forelegs to keep him close, and releasing the other so we could grab the side of his head and bury our thumb talon knuckle deep into his remaining eye.
>His body went slack as we punctured his brain, and when we pulled the thumb out he started spasming on top of us, effectively limp.
>Meanwhile, we heard Jawbreaker shout from the top of the stairs, "hey assholes! Up here!", followed by a burst of assault rifle fire and a guard stallion screaming in pain.
>Another guard shouted, "take cover!", and the two remaining guards began firing back.
>Still under our spasming meat shield, we pulled the barrel of our shotgun up between his legs, peeked out the side, and shot one of the two remaining guards, taking off the side of her head to paint the wall behind her red and pink.
>"Fuck!", the last guard shouted, turning his pistol to face us and firing off two shots, one of which buried itself painfully into our left bicep.
>"gas! Fucking shit!", we shouted as said arm recoiled in pain. We yanked our meat shield over our head, which saved us from his three follow up shots, all of which buried themselves in the back of our meat shield's armor.
>Gas mask jumped down the stairs and rushed the last guard, getting to him before he could move his aim to be more accurate than a few wild shots, and was promptly tackled and beaten to death with puncturing punches to his chest by Gas Mask.
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>>36815898
>The room was clear, and we didn't hear more gunfire outside.
>We pushed the twitching body of our meat shield off and stood up, rubbing the new hole in our shoulder.
>It hurt like hell, but we could deal with the pain. The problem was that the slug was still in there, it was making our arm lock up.
>With a glance, we extended our toe talons and slashed out the neck of our meat shield, ending his twitching after another moment.
>Jawbreaker stepped down to greet us, and winced, "your arm okay?"
>We waved off the concern, and asked, "what's going on outside?"
>"We killed the guards out there", Jawbreaker replied.
>"Good, get back up there and keep an eye on them, who knows if any of the other settlers are gonna play hero", we said.
>Jawbreaker nodded, and headed back to the roof.
>we turned towards Gas Mask, and said, "find me a healing potion and some pliers, that fucker got a good hit"
>she nodded, and started looking around while we moved to sit down on a bed and collect ourselves for a moment as we reloaded our shotgun.
>We were psyched, but we had a feeling the main battle was over. They hadn't expected an attack from the roof.
>We needed to fix this arm before we did more fighting tonight.
>We'd snagged four kills over... five minutes? Shock and awe, gotta love it.
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>>36815462
No, it makes you exclusively susceptible. Meaning you're the only human that can get mutied.
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>>36815907
Time to loot the dead and rob the living. Ah what a life of eating, killing, farting, and screwing.
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>>36812078
I could be tempted if that absolute dumptruck ass comes guaranteed.
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>>36815907
Is Gas Mask always so chatty or it's the excitement of battle gets to her?
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>>36816063
I dunno but a mute gas-mask-wearing pone is always cute and fun
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>>36816083
Cute, pink, quiet, and likes to bash peoples heads in. Holy shit guys what a score.
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>>36816108
Gotta see if she'll want to join us in our spiritual search after Harvester's death.
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>>36816063
>>36816083
>>36816108
>>36816132
Don't discount ponytail though. She was the only one who had the balls to step up to us.
Maybe we're biased towards cute mares.
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>>36815907

>>36816063
>>36816083
>>36816108
>>36816158
(Is Gas Mask always so chatty or it's the excitement of battle gets to her?)
(I dunno but a mute gas-mask-wearing pone is always cute and fun)
(Cute, pink, quiet, and likes to bash peoples heads in. Holy shit guys what a score.)
(Don't discount ponytail though. She was the only one who had the balls to step up to us.
Maybe we're biased towards cute mares.)
>I agree, Gas Mask is definitely our type
>We called over to her, "hey, what's your name?"
>Gas Mask stopped her searching to look up at us and tilt her head.
>"Your name? What does everyone call you?", we asked.
>She lifted up her gas mask for a moment and opened her muzzle, revealing she had no tongue, before pulling the mask back down.
>Oh...
>Now I kinda feel weird about fantasizing her eating us out.
>"uh... you mind if I call you Gas Mask?", we asked.
>she nodded quickly a couple times, one of those comically fast ones that made her head a blur for a second.
>we laughed a little, and said, "cool, thanks, I think we're gonna get along just fine, you're a pretty cool pony"
>she shrugged, and went back to searching.
>Both the other girls in this group seem pretty up our alley, now we just gotta see if the guys impress us.

>>36816132
>>36815973
(Gotta see if she'll want to join us in our spiritual search after Harvester's death.)
(Time to loot the dead and rob the living. Ah what a life of eating, killing, farting, and screwing.)
>We swallowed and frowned
>We did feel pretty great right now
>I'm hyped, I'm on that killing high we love so much

>But I know better after this last week:
>Tomorrow morning we'll wake up just as empty inside as we always have, and now that I've noticed it, there's no way I can ignore it anymore.
>I'm not going to try and bring another raider along for our soul searching bullshit once Harvester is dead.
>We'll set them up with everything they need to really be something, and leave it to them to choose what they do with themselves.
>But we're done with this raider life once Harvester is dead.
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>>36816514
>Gas Mask trotted over with a pair of needle nose pliers and a healing potion, the good stuff. The pliers weren't even rusty, we'd definitely be keeping them.
>We took the pliers, grit our beak, and stuck them into our wound, searching for the bullet.
>After a moment, we got a grip, and yanked it out, a flash of pain surging through us. We dropped the slug to the floor, and felt our arm a bit. Good, no serious bone break.
>We popped the cork on the potion and downed it.
>With a pink flash our bullet wound closed up, the arm good as new again.
>the soreness on our torso that we'd forgotten about, from our kicking meat shield, faded as well.
>We felt a bit more tired though.
>We stood up and stretched our left arm a bit, before shoving our new pliers into a pocket in out jacket-skirt.
>We then moved to head down the next flight of stairs, telling Gas Mask, "watch up here, I'm gonna head down and meet up with the boys"
>Gas Mask nodded quickly again.
>stepping down the next flight of stairs, we saw that the rest of the large makeshift building was some sorta warehouse combined with a town hall and kitchen.
>There were some bigger bins and open crates loaded up with food and some drums of water in one corner, a kitchen and dining area setup in another with a makeshift wood burning stove and tables, another corner had a few makeshift benches setup before a platform, and the last corner held a bunch of tools and supplies for farming.
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>>36816518
Nice, the good stuff. Those boys better be still alive
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>>36816591
I'm sure the pistol brothers are fine, we only left them to clean up everything we missed... with two pistols... that they told us were running low on bullets. Yeah we should check up on them.
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>>36816657
>boys might have died
>thai would make the full on dykery go with no brakes
check on those boys RIGHT NOW
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>>36816591
>>36816657
>>36816766
it's amazing how the such different reasons can lead to the same conclusion.
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>>36816518
We'd better check on those lads. If we're down two precious ponies we're in a particularly precarious predicament
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>>36816518
Hopefully with 7 dead guards, the townsfolk will give us their shit without a fight. Getting shot hurts. Speaking of getting shot we should get some barding.
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Bump
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>>36816928
>the townsfolk
We should put em in cages to keep them fresh for when we eat them later.
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>left bicep
damnit Terry!
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>>36817590
How are we gonna house, feed, watch, and keep calm a whole towns worth of cattle? Sounds like a riot and a early grave to me.
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>>36817590
Unconstrained proliferation of animal husbandry, even if it's just a vague idea, is a slippery slope. It may start as a well-intentioned attempt to feed everybody, but it will inevitably bring us stable societal hierarchies and accumulation of goods and levers of power in hands of grabby minorities, which will inevitably lead to the recreation of modern world and modern culture, then to the rise of revolting cancer like google and cloudflare, then to the next nuclear war, and all shit will start over again. Think about the future. Think about our birdy descendants. Easy meal is not worth it. In the long run, honest hunting, vigor and overt violence will make a more stable foundation for a civilization than cages, comfort-seeking behavior and cowardice.
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>>36818253
tl;dr: let's kill everyone and move on
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>>36818297
if we kill all of them, then how do we rob them again?
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>>36818320
Do they need to be alive for us to take their food?
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>>36818326
but they have to be alive to grow more food for us to rob again.
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>>36816518
If we'll decide to leave survivors, don't let them see us. Better yet, let the crew handle the tedious details of robbing and leave this town right now. Don't let Harvester know that we're alive.
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>>36818364
If it becomes common knowledge that we leave no survivors then people are more likely to fight harder, which means we get shot more. The whole "if you surrender now you won't die" spiel will hopefully mean easier scores down the line.
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>>36818433
>If it becomes common knowledge that we leave no survivors
this won't matter to us. We're out of this in a few weeks at most, the reputation of this gang means nothing.
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>>36816518

>>36816921
(We'd better check on those lads. If we're down two precious ponies we're in a particularly precarious predicament)
>Jawbreaker said they'd cleared the pair of guards below, but yeah, it was probably better to get out and check on them.

>>36816928
(Hopefully with 7 dead guards, the townsfolk will give us their shit without a fight. Getting shot hurts. Speaking of getting shot we should get some barding.)
>We've always sorta been in the 'don't get shot' camp, and I still feel like that's a camp I want to stay in.
>I like being mobile, fast, it's how we fight best.
>But, yeah, some light plating never hurt anything.
>We usually liked to wear some spiky scrap metal forearm guards to deflect melee weapons, and a scrap breastplate to protect our heart and the part of our wind pipe that connected our lungs to our throat.
>I'll keep an eye out for stuff like that, but I'm keeping the load light.

>>36818364
(If we'll decide to leave survivors, don't let them see us. Better yet, let the crew handle the tedious details of robbing and leave this town right now. Don't let Harvester know that we're alive.)
>We winced as we stepped outside
>Shit, hadn't thought of that
>Yeah, Harvester would bring the hammer down on us if she knew we were alive. If she brought the full brigade onto us now, we'd be toast.
>I'm not killing everyone in town. The pathetic workers we'll let go.
>For one thing, we don't get any excitement out of killing ponies who can't fight back.
>Second, and this is something Harvester taught us: it keeps us a supply of prey and loot to feast on. We'd just eat ourselves alive if we had no one to raid. It's a big reason why the Brigade kept the caravans off limits to the smaller gangs, those were ours to extort because the smaller gangs would just fuck up the trade routes, then we get no juicy caravans at all.
>We stepped outside, and took in the night air with a sharp breath.
>We saw the pair of guards, dead a short ways away.
>one was being picked over by food stallion, while the other was a burning corpse campfire a little further away.
>food stallion was bandaging his hind leg, while molotov gave us a wave.
>Molotov was busy moving from shack to shack, pounding on the doors and shouting threats, laughing, in a great mood.
>we stepped over to food stallion, and asked, "what's going on with the rest of the place?"
>He grunted, in a bit of pain, "the rest of the suckers are locked in their homes, we're keeping them inside until the rest of you get down here. Then we'll kill them"
>we raised an eyebrow, and said passive aggressively, "oh... and who went and made you the leader?"
>his eyes went wide, and he apologized, "shit, I meant nothing by that. We're just waiting for the rest of you. Obviously it's your call what we do next"
>"Goddesses. damned. right.", we replied, before taking flight and heading back up to the roof.
>We landed next to Jawbreaker, and said, "Get over here, we need to talk"
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>>36818940
>She stepped over, and asked, "what's up?"
>We took a breath, then said, "Here's the deal: you heard I was dead? That's because my wing mate, Harvester, had me and my most loyal lieutenants crucified. I don't lead the Brigade anyome"
>her eyes went wide, and she frowned, "oh... so what-?"
>We put a talon to her lips to silence her, and said, "lemme finish: I'm gonna kill that bitch, and you're gonna help me. I'm gonna help you rally a whole bunch of the smaller gangs together to hit the Brigade, hard. You and your group need to be tough enough that you can go around and gather up the smaller gangs for a meet up, here. I'll reveal myself, throw my weight around, and tell them all to follow you and I into taking the Brigade out of the picture, then I'm outta here. You'll have a lot of clout after that, play your cards right, you could build up the gang that replaces the Brigade around here"
>we pulled back the talon, and she said, surprised, "I... don't even know what to say"
>"Say you're in", I said.
>she thought for a moment, then said, "...I'm in. What now?"
>"Now? You need to get outside and help Molotov clear out the rest of the settlers. Tell them you'll let them run off if they open the door and leave now, and don't bring anything with them. Give them a minute to think it over if they pause, but be persistent"
>she balked, "what? Why!?"
>"Because we got plenty of action already, and you gotta let some survivors run off", we said, "if you just kill everyone, you'll run off all the prey and ponies to loot and extort. Extort the weaklings, kill the heroes who fight back, keep the smaller gangs in line, that's the name of the game if you're gonna be a proper raider warlord"
>We then added with a grimace, "and if you're gonna get a right hand mare to help you run the whole thing, keep her on a tight leash, and don't start fucking her, take it from me"
>she nodded, slowly taking it in, before sighing, "yeah... that makes sense. The others won't like it though"
>"They don't need to, you're in charge", we grunted, "fear and respect, that's how anyone below you should look up at you with, and if someone fucks with your people, they're fucking with you, got it?"
>she nodded, standing up a bit straighter, "got it"
>We nodded back, "good, now get down there, and bring Gas Mask with you, have her kick in any doors and kill any stubborn ones. We're setting up shop here, no more living in a ramshackle old house"
>she nodded, and began to trot off.
>We then added, "oh, and no killing kiddies, I ain't down with that shit"
>she looked back, and nodded, "uh... yeah, if you say so boss"
>She then trotted down the stairs, leaving us alone on the roof for the moment.

>We don't need to set Jawbreaker up to be the next warlord of this area, but she's been good enough to us that I'd like to give her that chance.
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Blackjack is a fucked up character and anybody who unironically enjoyed Project Horizons should be locked up for being insane and a potential threat to society
Prove me wrong
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>>36818956
There are far more fucked up characters in that fic than Blackjack. She's even one of the tamer ones in direct comparison. See the Reapers for reference.
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>>36818956
>Blackjack is a fucked up character
Correct.
>Project Horizons
That's not necessarily 'joy' joy, it's more so 'I like feeling unimaginable amounts of angst and misery' joy.
>unironically
Well, if they genuinely take pleasure in that amount of misery then maybe you're right.
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>>36818946
Baked potatoes and slow cooked onion make really good pairing with roasted meats. A good successful raid should be capped off with a feast.
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>>36818946
>set Jawbreaker up to be the next warlord of this area
She's not YOU, bird. How is she supposed to keep anyone in check if she can't show muscle? Once you're gone, if someone stronger challenges her, she'll be toast.
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>>36818956
You think liking a troubled character makes you a danger to society? What the fuck? Who wants to read a story with a boring, blank slate, flawless protagonist?
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>>36818946
>no killing kiddies
You've just made her life much harder for no apparent reason. What if she'll have to kill the parents? I don't think she or Mask have milk to nurture a toddler. What if an older child will try to fight back? Why do you like making orphans so much? Do you enjoy being hated? Or is it a sexual thing? Or are you one of these weirdoes who like to pretend that children are just better and deserve more than non-children?
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>>36819093
It's much more than that
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>>36819149
>i am retarded
ftfy
>>36818946
Based non-child killer
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>>36819192
Not really. Blackjack couldn't do anything about the way she was raised. She tried the best she could despite her upbringing, and acknowledges her own mistakes.
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>>36819198
The milk question holds.
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>>36819229
Throw the kid to the neighbors or don't, but the options ain't "stomp baby heads" or "adopt all the children". Just don't go out of your way to shoot the kids.
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>>36819290
It is covered by the previous order: "spare everyone who leaves the town without trying to resist". I don't see why children may need special treatment, barring some unfortunate corner cases.
>Throw the kid to the neighbors
We're taking away their sustenance, remember? Two mostly disjoint groups of settlers will leave this town today: those who are naturally inclined to feed all extra mouths they've been burdened with, and those who won't die of hunger in the next few days.
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>>36819361
I just wanna cuddle. The sooner we finish this, the better
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>>36819361
eh, a maybe death in the wastes is better than a certain death by us.
> I don't see why children may need special treatment
Because killing kids is bad and it makes you bad to do it. simple as
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Anyone know any human/anon in FO:E stories that aren't dead or so bad that reading them would give me eye cancer?
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>>36819485
no. aie is and will always be trash
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>>36819485
there was one, it was only half bad. It's dead.
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>>36818946
>>36819007
(Baked potatoes and slow cooked onion make really good pairing with roasted meats. A good successful raid should be capped off with a feast.)
>Oh yeah, that'd be delicious
>and I know enough about cooking that we could probably get something pretty good cooked up
>totally agree on the victory feast thing. Sometimes us and the other members of the Brigade would go hungry the morning of a big raid to bring out some extra ferocity, and the feasts after those raids were legendary.

>>36819149
>>36819198
>>36819229
(>no killing kiddies
You've just made her life much harder for no apparent reason. What if she'll have to kill the parents? I don't think she or Mask have milk to nurture a toddler. What if an older child will try to fight back? Why do you like making orphans so much? Do you enjoy being hated? Or is it a sexual thing? Or are you one of these weirdoes who like to pretend that children are just better and deserve more than non-children?)
(Based non-child killer)
(The milk question holds)
>First off, ew, our gang isn't raising the kids ourselves, and we're definitely not giving any babies milk.
>If it makes Jawbreaker's life harder, she can pass that buck up to us, since it's our call, because for the time being we're still the one in charge
>The only orphans we're making are ones with parents dumb enough to get themselves killed fighting a stupid fight because they didn't know their place. They'll be better off without them.
>If we're dealing with a foal, we can just hoof them off to one of the other survivors.
>Better to give the kid a chance to try and survive alone than just kill them, especially since killing kids is one of the only things that will actually leave a pit in our stomach.

>>36819045
(>set Jawbreaker up to be the next warlord of this area
She's not YOU, bird. How is she supposed to keep anyone in check if she can't show muscle? Once you're gone, if someone stronger challenges her, she'll be toast.)
>If someone stronger comes up and pushes her aside as top dog, that's normal, and on her at that point.
>But until Harvester is dead, Jawbreaker is a part of our pack.
>As an alpha we look after our pack, our people. Without our pack we're just one angry asshole.
>Part of getting respect is recognizing and rewarding those who show us respect and pull their weight.
>So yeah, while Jawbreaker is one of ours we're going to make her an effective lieutenant, and make sure she's in a position to look after our new group of people when we leave them.
>We aren't Harvester, we aren't the sort to throw loyal and productive people away like they're garbage unless we got good reason to.
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>>36819556
>We stepped downstairs back into the guard barracks, and started poking around for good loot.
>the bodies of the guards had been dragged out to lay in a line, the floor was splattered with blood all over.
>We found an old messenger bag we could use to carry stuff, and slung it over our shoulder.
>We then scrounged up some bandages, some shots of med-x, and the one other healing potion we could find.
>We also found a pair of old flight goggles hung up at the end of a bed, score! We threw those on over our forehead for now.
>In one of the footlockers was a bandolier lined with six magazine pouches on the front, and threw that on, and moved the medical supplies into two of the pouches.
>We then found a pistol on the floor with a griffin grip. It was a 44 magnum revolver, double action. Fuck yeah.
>We found a pouch with a dozen extra bullets in a nearby footlocker. We reloaded the pistol, stuck it in our waistband, then put the extra rounds into a pouch on our bandolier.
>No armor we could use, but plenty of leather armor our group could.
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>>36819556
>tfw no raider griffon mommy milkers
Almost wish the cross killed us faster

>>36819561
gud LOOT. Nice
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>>36819485
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/24939/fallout-equestria-project-human
Here, god tier kino just for you
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>>36819561
No explosives? We'll need explosives to fuck up the Brigade! Explosives! Explosives! Explosives!
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>>36819694
I seriously hope you're being ironic
I'd be a shame for this to be the best one around
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Be sure to congratulate all our little ponies for a job well done, we showed them the stick when we "acquired" our shotgun now give them the carrot for doing such a good job. Preferably a carrot full of liquor, party music, and a nice meal.
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Rampage is HOT
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>>36819891
All ponies are adorable by default.
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>>36819561

>>36819697
(No explosives? We'll need explosives to fuck up the Brigade! Explosives! Explosives! Explosives!)
>Ugh, yeah, it sucked we didn't have grenades to work with.
>Whoever invented those things was a goddess damned genius.
>We could lob a grenade pretty fucking far, and they're just the perfect problem solver: pull pin, toss, and watch as all your problems just disappear!

>>36819763
(Be sure to congratulate all our little ponies for a job well done, we showed them the stick when we "acquired" our shotgun now give them the carrot for doing such a good job. Preferably a carrot full of liquor, party music, and a nice meal.)
>We grabbed the unicorn guard who had been wielding our new pistol, stripped off her barding, then threw her over our shoulders and carried her down to the bottom floor, and deposited her onto the counter.
>We then took off our bandolier, bag, and shotgun, found a suitable kitchen knife, and began going about the process of harvesting meat off of this mare.
>We'd picked up hunting, butchery, and cooking over the years. We didn't try pony until today, but we definitely ate plenty of meat over our life, and we got sick of no one else being able to cook a decent meal around us.
>I wouldn't call us a gourmet chef or anything like that, but we know our way around a cooking spit or a wood fueled grill.
>Outside, we heard a bit yelling and screaming, but the yelling was from ponies we recognized, and the screaming from those we didn't, so it was probably fine. Besides, Jawbreaker needs to handle this part on her own.
>She's a big girl, she can handle it.
>We cut open the stomach of the unicorn mare, getting hit with that sweet stench of bodily fluids, and went about removing the entrails and bladder, putting them aside for the moment.
>We then began the task of skinning her.
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>>36820282
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>It took us a while, but just as we were finishing up with getting the last of the mare's hide off, the gang came inside, all looking pretty happy overall.
>"All the settlers gone?", we asked with a smirk.
>"Yep, most of them up and ran once our pink terror here kicked the doors in", Jawbreaker shrugged, happy, "definitely weird, letting ponies go like that, but I get what you were saying earlier, it's a smart call"
>"I don't get it, you just told me to shut up when I asked", food stallion whined.
>"yeah, that a problem?", she asked him forcefully.
>he looked spooked, and said, "n-nope, just saying"
>she tilted her head, "saying what?"
>"th-that you seem a lot more confident, is all", he stammered, averting his gaze.
>Jawbreaker nodded at that.
>We nodded at that, good, she was following our example.
>"come help me finish with this", I smiled to the group.
>"Alright, unicorn!", Molotov cheered, as everyone went about busting out knifes and getting to work helping us carve this bitch up.
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>>36820290
What a happy little dysfunctional family.
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mommy griff will shape them up in no time alright
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>>36819891
yes she is.
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>>36819529
you mean the green from the previous threads? It's not dead, just working on something better for its next update.
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>>36821059
naw it was some "soldier brony in equestria thing" I think it being not terrible was more rose tinted goggles than anything else.
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>>36821058
10/7 would impregnate
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>>36820806
I want to tazer the hell out of her until she's knocked out and give her a makeover while she's unconscious. Also, get rid of that silly knife.
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>>36820520
She will, alright.
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>>36820391
Functional enough to conquer a whole town. Isn't it all that matters?
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>>36821075
is it pasted anywhere?
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>>36820290
Cheeks are the best part.
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Previous writefag here. I hope you guys like dialog, cause I wrote like 10 fucking pages of it.
If you got any feedback I'd love to hear it.
https://ponepaste.org/4317

“So how about that contract, bird?”
>”The name’s Jay.”
>Holy shit, a vaguely human name!
“Jay? Nice. How much for your services?”
>Berry lowers her glass. “Why would you hire a Talon?”
>”Yeah, what do you need me for?”
“I could always use some backup, especially if you got wings.”
>”Too bad they don’t work anymore.”
“You mean at all?”
> He downs his glass before he answers. “I can still beat them to get some height, but I can’t fly anymore.”
>Shale leans closer towards him. “What happened?”
>“Had a run-in back in Hoofington with some stripes, shot my wings to shit.” He grimaces. “I only survived that encounter thanks to my contractor’s ingenuity with explosives.”
“Stripes?”
>”You don’t mean…” Berry mutters something but I can’t catch it over the chatter of the other patrons.
>”Zebras.” He nods as he states.
>Berry looks mortified.
“Zebras?”
>I chuckle a bit.
“What are those and why do you look so scared about them?”
>”They’re the race Equestria fought in the war… but I thought it ended with the bombs!”
>”The war never ends. At least that’s what they keep repeating at you while trying to shoot your head off.”
>Longshot scoffs. “Zebras? Please, we wiped them out in the war!”
>”No, you didn’t. But if it helps you sleep at night-“
>Berry cuts him off. “I can’t believe they’re in Equestria! What are they after? Is there a lot of them? Are they dange-“
>”I don’t know. It’s just another one of the hoof’s ridiculous threats to contend with. That’s far from the worst of it too.”
“What are you talking about?”
>”Well, for example there are tunnels in Hoofington that will kill you if you walk through them. You just suddenly start bleeding from the eyes and nose, then you drop dead like the life was sucked out of you.”
>Longshot laughs. “You’re even more full of shit than that guy!” he points a hoof at me.
>The griffin looks at him, dead serious. “I’m not lying.”
>“I’m not buying.”
>Frankly, neither am I. But it wouldn’t be the first time something I saw something I didn’t believe.
>The griffin grumbles a bit.
> Shale turns her head. “Longshot, what reason do you have for doubting either of them?”
>”Giant radscorpions? Tunnels that kill you by walking through them? ZEBRAS? Gimmie a break.” He takes a sip.
>”You’ve never been where they have.”
>”So what? That doesn’t make their claims any less ridiculous.”
>”So you’re calling us both liars?”
>”Eh, not really. But you’re definitely exaggerating the details.”
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>>36821969
>I never believed deathclaws existed until I saw one of them.
“Some things you just gotta see to believe.”
>The griffin scoffs. “He wouldn’t last a day in Hoofington.”
>Longshot rolls his eyes and downs the rest of his glass. “I’m off to bed or something.”
>As he gets off his seat, Berry gets that tone again. “Seven P-M tomorrow Longshot, don’t be late again.”
>”I won’t.” he exhales as he walks off.
>I’m not usually one for gossip, but…
“What’s the deal with him?”
>She looks at me.
“Tinker had a fit earlier about him being incompetent. Is he really that bad?”
>Berry scoffs. “He’s the most cynical stallion I ever met.”
“Cynical wah?”
>”Stallion! Don’t tell me you don’t know what that word means, for crying out loud!”
>I don’t, so I just stare at her instead.
>She sighs. “It means Male, Pony.” She gestures with her hooves.
>”There are stallions, which are males, and mares, which are females.” She points a hoof at herself.
“Oh, alright. Like men and women.”
>”What?”
“There are men, males, and women, females. I’m a man.”
>”Oh, that’s an odd plural.”
>”Alright, I’ll leave you two to your language debate.” The griffin turns to shale. “Shall we?”
>I was going to hire him, but yes please get a room already!
>”You wanna spend the night at my place?”
>”Actually I rented this room…”
>”Wait. That room?” she points at the door in the back.
>”Yeah…?”
>”Ew, nonono you can’t sleep there. There’s like… radroaches in the vents and the sheets never even get washed!”
>Sounds cozy.
>”Well I guess I could refund it…”
>Berry interjects, “Look at the sign above the bar, Jay.”
>I turn my head to look too.
>NO TRADES, NO REFUNDS.
>lel. It’s so high above the bar you’d never see it unless someone pointed it out to you.
“I’ll stay in that room for you, I like roaches.”
>They’re crunchy!
>”And the sheets?” Berry asks me.
“I slept on worse.”
>”That’s disgusting. Don’t you think you deserve better?”
>Eh, who gives a shit- wait, they’re practically made out of cum at this point aren’t they?
“Maybe?”
>”You really don’t wanna stay there dude, trust me.” Shale says.
“What’s the alternative?”
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>>36821978
>”Well…” Berry starts.
>Oh no…
>”You could stay at my place. I’m only offering because I know what it’s like in that room. I bunked there for a month recently.”
>I can’t really turn her down, but I also don’t want to be put in an awkward position.
>”Relax,” she snickers. “I won’t rape you.”
“Promise?”
>They all laugh.
>Shale inhales. “I thought you said she was your mom, dude!”
>That makes them laugh even harder. Except Berry herself, who calms down a bit.
>I turn to Jay again.
“Wait up; can I hire you or nah?”
>He sighs, looking me over. “Look, I’ve been through a lot these last couple of days…”
[Endurance>7] “Hey, I lost people before too; I know what it’s like. Sitting around feeling bad is just going to lead to more pain, it’s like digging at a bullet wound. Only way you’ll mend is getting up and pushing onwards, with or without the will to do so.”
>”I guess…?”
“It’s an opportunity. Think about it.”
>He rubs his eyes. “Yeah, alright. Can we discuss it tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’ll be at Tinker’s place in the morning. Meet you there?”
>”Sure.”
>”Scored a date with Tinker huh?” Berry jabs my arm with a hoof.
>They start laughing again. Okay fine, that was funny.
>”I…” His eyes dart a bit, “…better go see if I can get a refund despite the sign.”
>With that he gets up and walks.
>”Wait up, I’ll help.” Shale goes after him.
>Sigh
>”Hey, it’s okay if you don’t want to stay with me, I’m just trying to save you some pain.”
“Why?”
>”Because you deserve it.” Her tone softens. “Not a lot of people would’ve done what you did when they found that family. If it wasn’t you who found them they could’ve been sold to slavery, or… worse.”
>Wait, I could’ve sold them? To who?
“Who even buys slaves here?”
>She cocks a brow at me.
“What?”
> Her tone shifts. “Why do you care?”
“Because…”
>Oh fuck, I forgot ‘slavery bad’ is the common notion around people in general.
“…maybe something can be done about them?”
>Her look doesn’t soften the slightest bit. “Oh? Like what?”
>Oh I’ve fucked myself now haven’t I?
“What do you think?”
>”I don’t know what to think, you tell me. What do you want to do about them?”
>Fuck this, I’m not getting intimidated by a pink fucking unicorn!
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>>36822011
“Shoot all of them with missiles and bullets until they can’t enslave anyone ever again, and after that, steal all their caps to buy more ammo.”
>I’d probably eat the corpses too, but maybe that’s a bit much.
>She looks a bit shocked. “You hate slavery that much, huh?”
>No, I actually think it’s justified as long as the slave isn’t tortured.
“Depends… sex-slavery? Yes. But I’ve met a group of slaves once that were treated well during their captivity, and were kept safe by their masters. If they weren’t captured they would’ve died in the wasteland.”
>She looks thoughtfully at the table for a minute. “Treated well?”
“No scars, no abuse, only the promise of a warm meal at the end of long day of work, and a roof over their heads.”
>She looks away, somewhat annoyed at me I think.
>Finally she sighs. “What did you do with those slaves?”
>Well, no point lying now.
“They had me run stupid errands for them, for shitty pay. One of them was a mason, they work with stone sculptures and shit, and he wanted to restore the Lincoln memorial down in the ruins.”
>She clears her throat. “The what memorial?”
“He was some guy who opposed slavery back when it was popular or something…”
>”Alright… and?”
“I went there, disarmed all the landmines, killed all the mutants, and I even went to a museum to find some ‘Lincoln related stuff’ for them. I think I made about a thousand caps at most from the ordeal, and there was no other compensation. But I do like seeing that sculpture with its head back on, and I had fun, so yeah!”
>I smile proudly as I finish recounting.
>She looks amused. “I’d think you’re lying, but you had way too much to drink for that. Either way, my offer still stands.”
>Pink unicorn or noisy radroach, those are the options.
“I guess I’ll take you up on it then.”
>”Well don’t sound that sorry about it!” She gets up, levitating the remaining full bottle behind her as she does. “Let’s go, I wanna shower and get some sleep.”
>As I get up to follow she adds “I guess you’ll want a shower too, huh?”
>YEAH I DO!
“Yes, I would.”
>She snickers as we walk outside and back toward the elevator.
>”Wow…”
“What?”
>”You’re still walking straight!”
“Yeah, ofcourse. A buzz can’t knock my balance.”
>”Impressive…” She kicks the button with a foreleg. “Do you snore?”
>Slept with and around people in the past, should’ve been complaints if so.
“Nope.”
>”I sure hope not. I’m letting you stay tonight anyhow, but if you snore you’re going to have to find an alternative solution for tomorrow; I lost my tolerance for snoring when I left the barracks.”
“Fair enough.”
>I don’t plan on staying here tomorrow, I need to find a way home!
>We get into the elevator and head up to the third floor.
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>>36822025
>The doors open to reveal a hallway like the first floor, but this one has more numerous, smaller doorways. Some of them have glass doors and vitrines covered by blinds from the inside.
>Must’ve been offices before the bombs, now serving as livings spaces.
>Follow her to one of the doors, it has a green mat outside of it. There’s a golden sign on the wood, but again, the letters are all wrong.
>”Here we are.” She sighs as she levitates a key out of her shoulder pad-thing and unlocks the door with it, pushing it open.
>She closes the door behind me and locks it as I take in the interior, which is way more cramped than my shit-shack at Megaton.
>To the left of the door is a long mirror mounted on the wall, with a closet next to it. To the right is what I believe to be a gun rack, but it’s devoid of anything on it. At the far wall, sit a stove, sink with a window above it, and what I think is a fridge against the wall to the right. There’s another room to the left of the stove, and its walls jut into this one. A painting of some hills during sunset is hanging on the jutting wall adjacent from the front door. In the center of the room along the right is a single queen sized bed, draped with blue sheets.
“It’s just the one bed?”
>”Yep. You wanna shower first or-“
“Yep.”
>Screw ‘ladies first’, I’ve been sweating for 10 hours straight!
“Don’t worry I’ll be quick.”
>I make my way to toward the bathroom.
>”Leave the armor on the hangar there, you can wash it tomorrow or something. Don’t hog the bathroom-“
“Alright!”
>I close the door and fumble with the pip-boy, pulling a torx key from the hull. After I got out of the vault, it took me an entire week to find one that can let me take off this stupid thing, so I grafted a holster for it; no way am I losing it.
>Set the pip-boy and its glove to one side, and start removing the jacket when I realize the binoculars that kid lent me are still around my neck.
>Just another thing to do tomorrow, I’ll try finding him to give them back.
>I look around me as I work my straps, there’s a bathtub, about the same as I have in megaton, a wooden shelf with some towels on it and a hangar next to it, a sink that’s way lower than where my hands are and has no valves, instead using a lever at the top of the nozzle, and… is that a toilet? It looks like a hole that was lined with ceramic with a bit of water in it, there’s a button which I suppose is the flush against the wall behind it.
>I finally remove my jacket, and realize I still haven’t taken off the backpack. It falls to the floor with a loud sound before dragging me a bit because I forgot to remove the shotgun strap too.
>”You alright in there?”
“Yeah, just dropped something by mistake.”
>Man, I need a nap.
>After I set the shotgun and pack to a side, I remove the rest of my clothes and toss them onto a pile on the ground near the hangar.
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>>36822050
>This bathtub wasn’t here before, apparently. There are two pipes jutting out of the floor in a haphazard fashion, one with a red lever, the other with a blue one. The pipes converge at a showerhead hanging low above the bathtub.
>I open both slightly, a loud hissing fills the room as the water pours out.
>It’s hot, surprisingly. I grab some ‘soap’ (it’s really just detergent and abraxo mixed with water in a bottle) from my bag and hop in, thoroughly rinsing off the sweat and muck of the last day.
>When I’m done I quickly dry off with one of the towels on the shelf, hanging it on the rack. I let the laundry stay on the ground beneath it, hanging it would just permeate the stench.
>I go to put on some normal clothes, but as I pull out some pants they snag on a leather strap.
>I make a frustrated sigh as I check what it’s attached to.
>It’s a holster, a .44 magnum pistol is still in it.
“Huh… forgot I had this.”
>I push it back in the pack and finish getting dressed, then I pick it up and open the door. Berry is posted over the kitchen counter, looking out of the window.
“Done.”
>She looks at me with one side of her face before sighing heavily. “Are you gonna put that down?”
“Yeah, where should I put it?”
>”Maybe against the foot of the bed or something? I’ll go shower…” I get out of her way and put the pack down.
>She closes the door.
>I think over the events of the day as I take a seat on the bed.
>I fell out of the sky into MANEhatten, saved a family of ponies, shot a couple of manticores and tried to hire a griffin. Now I’m sitting on some mare’s bed, inside the statue of FRIENDSHIP of all things, surrounded by plenty of these little bug-eyed ponies.
>Can’t tell if getting kidnaped by aliens was better or worse than this. On the downside they just tried to kill me the whole time, but on the upside I could kill them indiscriminately, and there were other humans there with me. Here there are no humans, just… those things.
>No. Humans…
>I can hear the sound of the water flowing, and I force it to occupy all my senses to stop the thought from sinking in any further.
>It’s no use. For the first time in a long time, I feel dread. Dread at the thought I might be completely alone.
>Never wanted to go home as bad as I do now.
>What feels like an hour of silence passes, my dread subsides at thoughts like ‘I’m more than capable of handling this situation’ and intensifies at thoughts like ‘I might never see another human ever again’.
>I keep trying to think of a solution, but where the fuck am I going to go?! Should I start asking random people if they know the way back to America?
>Something itches on my arm, distracting me from my thoughts. It’s a pealing layer of dead skin running the whole length of my forearm, probably from a radiation burn; a fresh layer has already grown under it.
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Taking a little break as to not fuck up the proofreading, I'll continue later.
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>>36820290

>>36821223
she looks great!
-V

>>36820391
>>36820520
>>36821223
>>36821507
(What a happy little dysfunctional family.)
(mommy griff will shape them up in no time alright)
(She will, alright.)
(Functional enough to conquer a whole town. Isn't it all that matters?)
>This was definitely the sort of thing that made raider gang life appealing to us for so long.
>I don't remember our mother, or our father.
>We'd been born into slavery, and most of our little tot years we spent in chains, doing labor.
>We escaped with some other slaves a few years before we ended up a raider, but the other escaped slaves ditched us after that. Turns out slaves can be some of the most selfish, back stabbing assholes once they got free.
>The next few years after that we spent as a homeless beggar on the streets of a decently sized town, somewhere near Manehattan. We slept under the porch out front of a bar there, until we ended up accidentally killing that other kid in that fight.
>We didn't mean to, but we'd cut the side of his neck with our talons, and he bled out before we could get help.
>We got kicked out after that, and wandered the ruins a bit before getting cornered by some raiders.
>one of them had been Harvester, even as a younger teenager she had been out and about with the adults stabbing ponies to death.
>She's the one that pestered the other raiders into giving us a shot.
>We got with the program quick, got our first kill, with help, got our first hit of that bloodlust. The rest is history: we got bigger, and kept getting stronger, and we kept sparring against Harvester to get better with our claws, pretty soon we didn't need knives. Eventually we got big and strong enough we could start getting kills on our own, same with Harvester.

>Then about... three years ago? Yeah, three years ago we managed to take control of our own gang, still had to pay respect to a bigger war lord and his crew, but it was a step up.
>Then, a bit over a year ago, we got the Brigade going, and became a full war lord ourselves. The sort that sacked towns, extorted caravans, and could stand up to run of the mill mercs.
>A couple talons gave us a lot of problems a month back, but we took them down. They'd actually been a great fucking fight, nearly killed us.
>Anyways, yeah, Raider gangs are the closest we've ever had to family.
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>>36822155

>We backed off to let the rest of the gang finish harvesting the unicorn meat, while we got the wood burning grill going.
>Firewood, tinder, and... after a bit of digging around we found a flip lighter, and got the fire going.
>Then we grabbed some potatoes and tomatoes and got them roasting on the grill, this settlement didn't have onions, unfortunately.
>About then the gang had finishished with harvesting the meat, and we got the mare's ribs and forlegs grilling, while Gas Mask and Molotov got to work smoking the rest to preserve it for a bit.
>Food Stallion and Jawbreaker went upstairs, and started bringing the other bodies down to start butchering, and Jawbreaker chuckled, "y'know, I just thought of another reason to leave some survivors: I think we've got enough meat here to last us a decent bit, any more and it might go bad before we got to it"
>"Keeps the meat fresh, never thought of that angle", we mused, "course, I haven't been a cannibal until today"
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>>36822160
That last update was from me by the way, just forgot to throw in my name and trip, whoops
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>>36822160
Technically, we're still not a cannibal.
By the way. What do you think about eating Harvester? Romantic justice and shit.
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>>36822160
>tough and toned
>doesn't want to murder children
>can cook
holy shit bros from raider to house wife.
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>>36822160

>>36822279
(Technically, we're still not a cannibal.
By the way. What do you think about eating Harvester? Romantic justice and shit.)
>Well, we're eating intelligent creatures now, so it's still a step towards proper cannibalism.
>As for eating Harvester... maybe, we'll have to see how much of her is gonna be left intact once we're through hacking her to pieces with our talons. We got some serious anger we gotta work out once we're within reach of that cunt's throat.

>Jawbreaker looked over at us with concern, and asked, "you okay boss? You look real angry all of a sudden"
>Our eyes went wide, and we held up a claw as we apologized, "shit, don't worry about it, I'm just thinking about some things. You're fine"
>"Just checking", she smirked, before getting back to her butchery
>Ugh, I gotta keep an eye on our bitch face when we're pondering, I forget how easily we can scare ponies sometimes.

>>36822384
(>tough and toned
>doesn't want to murder children
>can cook
holy shit bros from raider to house wife.)
>We turned back towards our grilling, and blushed a tad.
>Oh hush you, I'm hardly house wife material, I just appreciate a good meal I can actually enjoy chewing on.
>Although... I'd definitely be down for another warrior power couple thing like what us and Harvester had going. Maybe this time with someone who actually gives a shit about us, and maybe a stud instead of another chick.
>We only let him fuck us a couple times, but Thrasher was an awesome bird to fuck. Big, strong, rapist, he knew how to give it good.
>Then again... We'd still have to leave him once we got Revenge on Harvester, there's no way he'd leave raiding behind. Even if he'd do it for us, he wouldn't be doing it for the reason we were doing it: to find a real purpose in life.
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>>36822972
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>We finished our cooking and sat down at a table with the rest of our gang, where everyone dug into the feast.
>We had ourselves a nice rack of unicorn ribs to scarf down, which melted in our beak as we polished them off, one after another.
>Yep, definitely should've tried pony sooner, this beats the hell out of dog meat.
>We took a moment between bites to ask Jawbreaker, "Did you think up a name yet?"
>Jawbreaker swallowed herself, and said, "actually, yeah, how about the name, 'The High Incident Bandits?' "
>We started laughing for a minute, before smirking, "that sucks, is that really the best you could think up?"
>"well, yeah, at least it's the best we could agree on", Jawbreaker winced, her ears drooping.
>"How would Harvester put it...? It's gotta be simple, catchy, bold, memorable. In one or two words a sucker knows exactly who you are and what you're about", we said, "you also gotta have a look, or a theme, something that immediately makes it clear to the suckers and lesser gangs who your people are, lets your people recognize each other at a glance, and gives your gang something to be proud of. At first I was kinda iffy, but after Harvester brought it up I noticed that that's what all the big, strong gangs did whether they realized it or not"
>We'd actually been the one to think up the whole Brigade name and theme, and I'm still proud of that theme.
>"Well... do you have any ideas?", Jawbreaker asked.
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>>36822066
>I grab an edge and start carefully peeling it, the itch subsiding as the fresh skin beneath is exposed to the air.
>Door opens. “I told you to hang- Oh, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Nothing, I didn’t hang it ‘cause it’ll stink up the bathroom.”
>I raise my gaze to her.
>“Why are you peeling off your hide?” she looks positively disgusted. And naked.
“It’s not hide, it’s skin. Dogs shed fur, humans shed skin. Don’t you shed?”
>”No, ponies don’t shed anything! And even then, shedding happens by itself, you’re literally PULLING IT OFF!”
>I finally get all of it, rolling it into a ball in my hand.
“You got a trashcan around here?”
>She puts a hoof over her muzzle. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
“No, it was itching before though.”
>I get up from the bed, spotting a plastic bin near the stove.
>She eyes my arm as I walk past her and toss it in. “Are you sure that doesn’t hurt?”
>I crouch to her height, and raise my arm to show her.
“This is new grown skin, that old layer was just on top of it. I’m not injured or anything.”
>She puts a hoof on it, running it across.
>”Smooth…”
“Yeah, alright, you get the picture.”
>With that I pull my arm away and rise again.
>Taking in her coat, I notice it’s lined and dotted with bright patches.
“What’s up with those lines on your back?”
>”Huh?” she looks at her back. “I- I… rather not talk about it.”
“That’s alright.”
>I move back towards the bed, she follows.
>”You tired?”
“Yeup, could sleep for a whole day right now.”
>Pull the sheets off and get inside. Thankfully it’s cold enough that I can keep my pants on in bed.
>”Me too…” she gets in next to me, there are only a few inches between us, but that’s generous enough.
“I’ll stay on my side, don’t worry.”
>She chuckles. “I’m not, wouldn’t have let you stay here if I was worried.”
>Her horn glows and there’s a *tick* as the room goes dark.
>”Night.”
“Goodnight.”
>I rest my head, my thoughts still permeating the anxiety.
>Try to focus on anything else. The sound of wind and waves outside, the softness and warmth of the sheets, I even try to take comfort in the fact Berry’s bed is more comfortable than mine in Megaton, but it just makes me envious.
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>>36822982
>Sigh heavily as I roll onto my other side, facing Berry.
>She has her back to me, so I look at the window above the stove for… something.
>A flash of light blinds me.
“Agh...”
>”Oh for fucks sake…”
“Sorry, the lig-“
>”All I wanted was one night,” There’s a loud boom of thunder outside, and without buildings to muffle the noise, it’s almost deafening. “One quiet night! Is that so much to ask of you?!”
>She’s not yelling at me, but at the window.
“Uh… Berry?”
>She whirls her head at me, her expression of anger shortly subsiding into exhaustion. “Sorry… every time it rains here I can’t get any sleep, then comes morning, and everypony starts making noise, and I stay tired for days!”
>Wow, that sucks. Something nice about Megaton is that it’s always pleasantly quiet when it’s not raining, but when it is…
“Look, when it rains on the tin roof I have, the noise is so loud it makes my ears ring. At least you can’t hear the rain pouring in here.”
>”Speaking of ‘pouring in’…” Her horn glows, the same glow shows on the window before the blinds are sealed, making the darkness absolute. “that’s better.”
>No it’s not, now I can’t see shit.
>She sighs heavily, throwing herself into her pillow.
>Try to see my hand in front of my face. It’s no use, this is the kind of darkness human eyes don’t adapt to without some Cateye or mild radiation poisoning.
>There’s another boom, and she grumbles.
>Well, I’m not getting any sleep like this either.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
>There’s a moment of silence before she answers. “Like what?”
“I was hoping you’d have an idea.”
>”Heh, wanna help me turn off the clouds?”
“Alright, sure. How do we do that?”
>”HA!” She laughs a bit. “First we need to become pegasi.”
>There’s another one.
>”Ough… I hate this…” She grumbles.
“Well, go on.”
>”What?”
“I’m intrigued, what do we do once we become bird-ponies?”
>”Pfft, what- Oh, right! Uh… we go up to the clouds, then we start bucking ‘em.”
“Bucking?”
>”Yeah, that’s how pegasi get them to disappear.”
“And we have to go one by one?”
>”Yeah…”
“That’s a lot of work.”
>”Yeah… Maybe that’s why nopony’s done it in two-hundred years.”
“You mean it’s been cloudy and rainy for two hundred years?”
>”I thought you realized. It’s always like this here, never stops raining.”
>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
“This is hell.”
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>>36823001
>I hear her shift a bit. “Yup. Welcome, please don’t make us any more miserable.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
>”I hope not…”
>There’s a crack so loud I feel it in my teeth.
>Berry exhales. “Fuck… how did you deal with it?”
“The rain?”
>”Yeah, didn’t the noise drive you mad?”
“No, but it made my dog bark his throat sore.”
>She gasps. “You have a dog?”
“Had, yeah.”
>”Aw… what was his name?”
“Dogmeat.”
>There’s a pause, and it’s too dark to tell what she’s doing.
>”That’s a horrible name. Why would you call him that?”
“I thought he’d be dead in two days.”
>”Well?”
“He tanked a grenade one day. Raider was trying to flush me out, and I didn’t notice it. I thought the dog was trying to fuck me, then it went off.”
>”You mean he protected you from a grenade by… mounting you?”
“Yep, he protected me with his body.”
>I’m still astounded the mutt had the intelligence to do that. Or maybe he was exceptionally horny that day, I dunno.
>”Tshah…” she chuckles.
“Not just that, he survived.”
>”WHAT?!”
“Yeah, I rushed him all the way to Pinkerton to get him patched up. He managed to remove most of the shrapnel, but his hind leg was so badly damaged he had to amputate.”
>”No way… where is he now?”
“I gave him to the mayor-sheriff, Lucas, at the town where I live. I still see him occasionally, but he’s not my dog anymore, and his name is Shelby now; also he got a little fat. I still love him though, he’s a good dog.”
>”That’s crazy.”
“Everything I told you today sounds crazy to you.”
>”Because it is!” There’s another reverberating boom as she exclaims. “Everything you told us is objectively insane, and so are you.”
“Can’t argue with that…”
>If only it were they who ended up in my home. Then who’d be crazy?
“Berry?”
>”Yeah?”
“If things were different, and it was you in my world, what would you do?”
>There’s a long pause before she answers. “What exactly would I see?”
“Alright… let’s say you had your armor and rifle, enough ammo to spare.”
>”Okay, but what’s around me? What am I doing in your world?”
“Well that’s just it, you don’t know. All you see around you are the ruins, and a small family of wastelanders that need help getting to some settlement. They’re not ponies either, they’re humans.”
>”Do they know the way?”
“Yeah, but you don’t.”
>”I guess… I’d try tagging along if there was any hope of getting into the settlement. Hey, what threats would I have to worry about?”
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>>36823012
“If you were in the ruins I’d say primarily Super Mutants and Talon Mercs, but the Brotherhood of Steel or Enclave might want a piece of you too, and there’s always raiders.”
>”Ugh… raiders. Would they really bother me?”
“No doubt.”
>”I… guess I’d die.”
>Well that’s disappointing and unhelpful.
“Seriously, just die?”
>”What choice do I have? I can’t defend myself against swaths of mercenaries or whatever Super Mutants are, so I probably wouldn’t make it very far. By the way, who are the Brotherhood of Steel? You didn’t mention them before.”
“They’re… they’re a bunch of nerds in power armor who think they’re going to save the wasteland or some shit. In reality they do kill Super Mutants, which is nice, and they distribute clean water to the wasteland from the purifier my dad set up, so they’re alright in my books…”
>”Your dad set up a water purifier?” There’s a boom of thunder at the end of her question.
“Yeah, there was an entire team working on the thing. It’s huge, build inside the Jefferson Memorial near Rivet City. I helped too.”
>”Wow… how did you help?”
“By killing all the mutan-“
>”Of course.”
“Sorry, it’s the only thing I’m good at.”
>”I noticed. At least you only kill bad things, right?”
“Yeah…”
>No, I kill whatever I feel needs to die, which just happens to be mostly ‘bad’.
>”Killing is a good thing to be good at. If I was better at it maybe I’d be out there, doing some good for this world.”
>There’s another one, this time it’s close enough that I can hear the metal struts groan in response.
“Who would you kill?”
>”Slavers, raiders, manticores and everything else that warrants killing.”
“Sounds like my bucket list.”
>”Glad to hear it.”
>A crack of thunder makes my sigh inaudible.
“God…”
>”What’s that?”
“God?”
>”Yeah, what’s that mean?”
>God knows what it means, I’ve been saying it my whole life.
“I don’t know, we just say that when we get frustrated.”
>”Do you know what a god is?”
“Yeah, supposedly he created the universe and he watches over us like a sadistic daddy. If you ask me, it’s bullshit.”
>”Then why do you cry to him?”
>Oh god, that question sends me right back to Paradise Falls, to that day Ymir tortured those captives in front of us. ”Where’s your god huh? Why isn’t he helping you now?”
>Man killing him felt so good.
>”You alright?”
“Oh, uh- y- yeah…”
>”You don’t have to answer me if-“
“No, it’s okay. I just say ‘god’ because that’s what we-“
>The boom of thunder cuts me off.
>With a frustrated exhale, I continue.
“…It’s what we say when we’re frustrated, or scared.”
>”Oh, which are you?”
“Both, honestly.”
>I hear a scoff. “What have you got to be afraid of?”
“How about the fact I might never find a way home?”
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>>36822978
Well shit. I ain't one for names, i just let the locals give the new dangerous gang a name themselves based on how they act and look
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>>36822978
The Gutters
Flesh Eaters
The Cooks
Blood Reapers

...I dunno if any of em works, but I did my part, talons. How about we actually get some sleep tonight, eh?
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>>36822978
Well our only uniting theme is cannibalism, but that could put a damper on recruitment... or maybe raise it?
>>36823170
>The Gutters
>The Cooks
Either way I like these two.
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>>36822972
Speaking of leaving things behind, do we have any actual idea what we're doing past not raiding? Where are we gonna get caps besides raping and pillaging. We don't exactly stick out as a salesman or a farmer.
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>>36822978

>>36823128
>>36823170
>>36823455
(Well shit. I ain't one for names, i just let the locals give the new dangerous gang a name themselves based on how they act and look)
(The Gutters
Flesh Eaters
The Cooks
Blood Reapers

...I dunno if any of em works, but I did my part, talons. How about we actually get some sleep tonight, eh?)
(Well our only uniting theme is cannibalism, but that could put a damper on recruitment... or maybe raise it?

>The Gutters
>The Cooks
Either way I like these two.)
>We've only been up for a few hours, we're still mildly hyped up, and we just refilled our belly, I'd say we'll be good for round two once we've got stuff situated here.
>I think the sun is rising right now actually, might be worth it to watch that actually.

>We shrugged with a smirk, "Call yourself the Cooks, given the whole cannibalism thing"
>"Oh damn, yeah, that works, that works good", Jawbreaker said, ears perking back up, "and what about themes? Or whatever that's all about?"
>I thought about it for a second, then we suggested, "knives, bones, maybe catch or extort a town or settlement for someone who can make leather armor from pony hide, take your pick"
>"they all sound good, I'll figure out how to make it work", Jawbreaker smiled.

>We stood up, and said, "I want everyone to get on some of that leather armor and gear the fuck up. Jawbreaker, Gas Mask, you two are gonna stay here while me, molotov, and what's his name go hit a caravan. Jawbreaker, you should have a great angle on any asshoels that might approach from up on the roof. We only pulled this off so well because I can fly"
>Food stallion and molotov's eyes widened, surprised, while Jawbreaker nodded, and said, "can do, boss, we'll make sure you got a spot to come home to"
>"Great, I'm gonna head up to the roof", we said, before walking off.
>We walked back up to the roof, and sat down on the edge, facing the sunrise, as we leaned back, putting our arms behind to support us as we let our paws dangle.
>Back on that cross I appreciated the sunrise, and I guess I still do. It's another day we're alive.
>Up until now I haven't appreciated that kinda thing, but I do now. I can't let us die having lived a pointless life, we gotta find that purpose, make it all mean something.

>>36823843
(Speaking of leaving things behind, do we have any actual idea what we're doing past not raiding? Where are we gonna get caps besides raping and pillaging. We don't exactly stick out as a salesman or a farmer)
>Find DJ Pony or meet Red Eye, and get them to explain it to us. That's the best I got.
>As for caps? Maybe merc work? Pretend to be a Talon? They're just big scary griffin killers. Hell, we've actually had a talon try to kill us a month back, a single one, bounty hunter. She'd given us a great fight, it honestly could've gone either way, but we got a shot to the side of her thigh, and the blood loss slowed her enough for us to get the kill.
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>>36823894
>It felt good to wear that Talon's armor, after we stripped it down to be lighter of course, and if we could get our claws on it again, we might be able to make the fake Talon thing work.

>The breeze felt nice, we closed our eyes, leaned our head back, and took it in for a minute.
>We need to hit a Caravan, and that meant probably running into a few Brigadiers.
>It wasn't us I'm worried about, it's our gang members, they might not be up to snuff to fight them, especially if it's some Brigadiers I know well.
>But what else can we do? We need to prop ourselves up, and nothing is gonna get the smaller gangs' attention faster than fucking with the Brigade's protected caravans.
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>>36823899
You've noticed already that we're different from the voices that you've had before the pills, and you were right, bird brains: we're not them. I'm afraid they may be dead for good, and all the knowledge they've had is buried with them. If you want us to be useful, you should assume that we're completely clueless about the Brigade and its modus operandi. So. What exactly the Brigade is going to do once we'll hit a caravan? How are they going to find out what happened? How quickly and through which means are they going to find our shelter? How big the punitive party will be? What strategy are they going to use? Will Harvester personally steer the operation or we should expect some lieutenant?
>>36823843
How do you get money from rape? Isn't it purely an entertainment sort of thing? Asking for a friend.
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>>36824112
Rape is just the follow up to pillaging and looting.
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>>36824112
>asking for a friend
>>36823899
Unff this is about to get gud. I hope the boys hasn't shat themselves at the thought of hitting a caravan with mommy griff
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>>36823899

>>36824112
>>36824211
(You've noticed already that we're different from the voices that you've had before the pills, and you were right, bird brains: we're not them. I'm afraid they may be dead for good, and all the knowledge they've had is buried with them. If you want us to be useful, you should assume that we're completely clueless about the Brigade and its modus operandi. So. What exactly the Brigade is going to do once we'll hit a caravan? How are they going to find out what happened? How quickly and through which means are they going to find our shelter? How big the punitive party will be? What strategy are they going to use? Will Harvester personally steer the operation or we should expect some lieutenant?

How do you get money from rape? Isn't it purely an entertainment sort of thing? Asking for a friend.)
(Rape is just the follow up to pillaging and looting)
>Side question first: We don't do a lot of raping ourselves, but our followers do.
>like 211 said, it's largely just a pleasure/entertainment thing and a punishment to another pony, usually if you're dealing with heros who surrender or get captured after trying to fight back. Other big gangs might rape survivors before cutting them loose, but if they've been cooperative compared to their heroic counterparts me and Harvester will usually frown on it.

>It's... probably for the best to have you new voices anyways. Fresh start and all that.

>We have multiple groups usually at the edges of the old Town, where the larger Town in our area is located deep within, by the docks.
>The groups catch caravans and ponies heading on through, and extort them based on how Harvester tells them to.
>If a group gets wiped out, the lieutenant currently in the old town needs to find out what the fuck happened.
>If they can't figure it out, they pass the buck up to us and Harvester. From there, us and H would raise hell with the bigger lower gangs around the area, and sack the town, figure out who it could be.
>If we still didn't know by then, usually us and Harvester would join the lieutenant at the old Town outpost to keep an eye on things, and we'd put the logging camp onto more of a lock down.
>That whole process usually took a day or two at most.

>I figure we hit a caravan ourselves, and kill maybe a couple Brigadiers on patrol, we could get that whole process going.
>Jawbreaker's group aren't well known, and up until today this place has been a settlement, so our group could lay low while The Brigade makes all the larger lower gangs aware there's a group out there that's not with the program.
>Then us and Jawbreaker go around, take credit, reveal that we're still alive, and boom: we have an army to sack the Brigade camp when Harvester drops her guard again.
>Harvester should still be following the old system, since she's the one that set it all up.

>Good plan, huh? I'm dumb, but I like to think I got my moments.
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What makes the reapers such an interesting group?
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>>36824642
They're a large gang that rules over a bunch of other big gangs through sheer might of their membership, that draws interest because it's implied the biggest baddasses in the Hoof region are at least associated with it in one way or another.

Also, PH has that thing going where, in the world building, it's established that at one point there existed a friend group of adventurers similar to the main character's group, that went on their own consequential adventure before eventually breaking up to do their own things, often becoming major players in their region years later. Most FoE stories keep this theme, the better ones anyways, since it's even established in the original that there's a pattern in the wasteland of groups of friends coming together in order to go on adventures and do lots of world changing shit. That also lines up with the broader themes from the MLP source material, and how most Fallout Characters build up their own groups of followers as they are going through their wasteland adventures. In PH's case: Dawn was a character Previously in Blackjack's "friend group leader" position, and the leader of the Reapers was part of that group, so even if consciously you don't realize it, subconsciously most readers will make that connection and want to see what this pony and his faction are all about. I believe the other members of Dawn's group went on to found that one institute place, the trader faction, the steel Ranger chapter, the rich slaver group,, and other groups like that.
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>>36824584
But what happens if one of the lowbie gangs decides they like Harvester more than us and spills the beans when we arent there? Also how far are we gonna have to walk before towns stop shooting at us on sight after this whole raider gigs up, seems you made quite the impression before we got here.
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>>36824584
This plan is a disaster. Let's just assume that Harvester will know everything that we'll tell to the lesser groups and think about how we can use it.
Can we get the word out about our miraculous resurrection just to ambush her when she'll go to check on our cross? Or make her chase our ghost all over the Wasteland until she loses her mind and all the respect?
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>>36824794
I mean if we can find a way to garentee cooperation, or atleast have a good backup plan besides shoot our way out. Its not terrible theres just holes that need to be filled in. Schemeing is not our little carrier pigions strong suite, so i guess hammering out the details is left to us.
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>>36823027
>”Oh… right, sorry.” I feel a hoof on my shoulder. “Look, there may not be much I can do, but I’m really trying.”
“I noticed. Why are you doing all this for me? What do you need?”
>Her hoof retracts, but she stays quiet.
“I can hunt down whoever you want, clear out whatever building you want to explore, or find you whatever you need. But I need to know what it is.”
>”I don’t actually need anything from you. Though, it would be nice to have a guy with a minigun in my detachment. With the way things are right now, I don’t know what we’ll do if a manticore attacks us out there, there will certainly be injuries if one of us doesn’t outright die.”
>Tough shit.
“Maybe I can do something about those manticores then?”
>”About that… you should’ve been rippe-“
>A loud crack interrupts her again.
>”Ugh…” There’s a soft rustle as she rolls onto her side, facing me.
>”It would be nice if they stayed away from us like they stay away from you.”
“How do we make them do that?”
>”I don’t know, but I’ve got a friend down in hydroponics that might be able to figure it out. You mind if we go pay her a visit tomorrow?”
“We’ll do that, but I gotta meet with Tinker first, said he might need my help.”
>She snickers. “Got a crush?”
“You jealous?”
>”Pfft, a middle aged buck with temper-problems and a human killing machine; there’s nothing to be jealous of here.”
“Anyway, no. I was hoping to get his help with gunsmithing. Back home I used to make weapons from junk parts I found in the wasteland.”
>”That’s… nice.”
“Yeah, well… I like doing it so much that I run out of space to put them, so whenever that happens, I go out and trade them for guns I find interesting.”
>”People actually buy that off of you?”
“Yeah, they’re well made, durable weapons.”
>”From junk?”
“No, the parts are all functional and sturdy. I call them ju-“
>”I think I get the picture. And?”
“Well these guns I get sometimes, you wouldn’t believe the shit I find. Like this one time I bought two heavy machineguns, one chambered in .308 and another in .50MG which are-“
>”Those are like the heaviest bullets in Equestria! Must’ve cost you an arsenal to get those two.”
“It did, but that’s not all. I got this gun chambered in 5mm, like the minigun. The thing is made from a broken carbine, its the magazine well is completely busted. They somehow turned the entire bold assembly upside-down and got it to feed from the top-“
>”I get it, you find some weird shit sometimes. What does this have to do with Tinker?”
“I want to be able to make stuff like that too. Use parts from broken guns to make entirely new ones.”
>”Oh, well that makes sense. You want him to teach you so you can step up your game?”
“More or less, yeah.”
>A crack of thunder makes my ears ring.
>”That one hurt.”
“Yup.”
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>>36825925
>She sighs heavily, rolling onto her other side.
“I’ll keep an eye out for some earplugs for you next time I go scavenging.”
>”Really?”
“Sure, I’m not promising anything though.”
>”I appreciate that.”
“Hey, you let me stay here for free. It’s the least I can do for you.”
>”How about you don’t snore instead?”
“I already told you, I don’t snore. You’re welcome to wake me up if I do.”
>”Don’t worry, I will!” A resounding blast of thunder from right above us shakes the entire room.
>She rolls onto her back again. “Ugh…”
“Man, it was never THIS bad where I’m from.”
>She yawns loudly. “At least you don’t have that stupid fucking radroach running around in the ceiling.”
“Silver lining and all that?”
>”Eh? Yeah, that.”
>Another one.
>”FUCK!”
“Damn… how long have you lived here? I thought you’d be used to this by now.”
>”I’ve only been here about a couple of months. They hired me because I’m really good with a gun, and I have the whole ‘tactician mindset’ thing going. Don’t get me wrong, the barracks were way worse, I moved out of there and into that room at the bar about a week into my stay here. Thing is, I thought once I got my own place I’d finally be able to get some sleep, but instead this shit happens!”
>She’s really angry, and it’s kinda funny. Though honestly, I need some sleep.
“Look… when my dog couldn’t sleep, I used to take him up to bed with me and stroke his coat until he got some shuteye. If you agree not to make it weird, I can do the same for you.”
>”Are you that desperate to get some sleep, or are you changing your mind?”
“I said DON’T make this weird, I’m freaked out enough as is.”
>She snickers. “Alright, I was just joking.” There’s another boom of thunder, thankfully this time it’s somewhere in the distance.
>”I suppose we could try that. If it helps, consider us even.”
>If it means getting some sleep…
“Alright.”
>She shuffles closer and rolls onto her side, turning her back to me.
>I press I palm into her coat. Her firm muscles relax under my touch.
>I stroke her coat firmly, remembering those nights out in the wasteland with dogmeat.
>Oh better days…
>Or nights rather.
>There’s another bang of thunder somewhere close, it’s almost as loud as the shotgun when it fires.
>”hm… I was actually drifting off.” She yawns.
“Should I keep going?”
>”Yeah, this is nice…”
>It’s pretty awkward in fact, but it helps.
>Eventually we both drift off. Every so often another blast wakes both of us, and I start up again until I fall asleep. At some point it stops raining and thundering, and I actually manage to get a good rest.
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>>36824584

>>36824741
>>36824794
>>36825059
(But what happens if one of the lowbie gangs decides they like Harvester more than us and spills the beans when we arent there?...)
(This plan is a disaster. Let's just assume that Harvester will know everything that we'll tell to the lesser groups and think about how we can use it.
Can we get the word out about our miraculous resurrection just to ambush her when she'll go to check on our cross? Or make her chase our ghost all over the Wasteland until she loses her mind and all the respect?)
(I mean if we can find a way to garentee cooperation, or atleast have a good backup plan besides shoot our way out. Its not terrible theres just holes that need to be filled in. Schemeing is not our little carrier pigions strong suite, so i guess hammering out the details is left to us.)
>We grimace a bit as we open our eyes and look forward, frowning, concerned.
>Shit, I hadn't thought of that.
>Damn it, yeah, Harvester was the charismatic one. If we tried to convince a whole bunch of gangs to follow us, I probably wouldn't be able to just scare them all into following us.
>and Harvester wrapped me around her talons, and she kept most of the rest of the Brigade loyal during her takeover, so why wouldn't she be able to keep the smaller gangs in line.
>shit, shit!
>Yeah, we could plan a plan where our plan is for Harvester to know a fake plan while we pull off a real plan, but that's Harvester's game! I dunno how to pull off some chess bullshit like that! Chess just pisses me off until I get fed up and flip the board, it's a game for smart people to feel smug about themselves.
>What the fuck do I do?
>The only good plans of mine are ones too simple to fuck up, but Harvester is too smart for that!

>>36824741
(...Also how far are we gonna have to walk before towns stop shooting at us on sight after this whole raider gigs up, seems you made quite the impression before we got here.)
>Well, hopefully they got word we were crucified, I know at least one caravan passed us by. If not, well, they'll notice our absence.
>Either way, I think if we got some soap and scrubbed ourselves down good and thoroughly, and we had that talon's body armor, I doubt most ponies would recognize us.
>We haven't actually been inside the big town before.
>And pretty much all the bounty postings and wanted posters describe us, Harvester, and Thrasher as just "raider griffins that run the Brigade gang".
>Not that that hasn't stopped any bounty hunters from finding us and taking their shots, actually some of the best fights we've ever had have been over this past year, but I think if we get some distance and a new name, that'd go a long way.
>Talons have scars, right? And they're supposed to be just as mean as we can be.
>Please tell me at least this plan isn't a disaster, I'm kinda banking on it.
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>>36825945
>Oh, and no, we can't lure Harvester herself out with news we're alive.
>Assuming I know her at all, at least now, she won't care about revenge, she just wants us gone.
>She also knows she can't beat us in a fight without cheating, so she double won't come for us.
>She'd beef up her personal security, and send others to come after us until we ran off.
>But... I can't just run off and leave this shit behind. Harvester needs to pay for betraying us.
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>>36825956
The wiser plan would be to just run while he can, alright. But we aren't about to run with it tail between our legs like some bitch. We really need to show cunt whose boss before we get out of here.
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>>36825956
Seeing as how we're a smooth brain with a tongue of lead, we should probably play to our strengths. We're strong, nimble, and hardy. Our best bet might just be a straight up ambush. How often is she attached to raids? Trying to frontal assault a queen in her castle seems suicidal.
Also where did you learn chess?
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>>36825945
>Harvester wrapped me around her talons
Until one day she finally flipped the board. That's what she did when she killed you without even trying to give you some fake purpose to play with. Don't try to convince me that losing you as an asset and flushing down the toilet all the time and effort that she invested in you over the years was a clever move. She gave up like a sucker. She was too weak to find a working solution and simply flipped the board. I don't think you two are as different as you're making it look.
Let's face it: there's no fool-proof plan for winning this game, unless you're willing to consider giving up. We should at least try to pull off something cunning. There's no other way. Yeah, it'll feel unusual. So what? Didn't you want a new start? Yeah, it'll probably piss you off. So what? We're good when we're pissed off! Anger makes us fast, sharp and ruthless, adding thoughtfulness to this list is just a matter of practice.
Quit feeling sorry for yourself for a second and focus on the solution. You know the bitch better than anybody else. What makes her lose her temper? What kind or mistakes she usually makes? Or you'll say that she didn't make a single wrong move as long as you've known her?
>we can't lure Harvester herself out with news we're alive
Noted. How about the news that somebody is spreading obviously fake rumors that we're alive? Or the news that some small gang is claiming that they've eaten our corpse and our spirit have permitted them to rob caravans? Or the news that some tiny undernourished griffin is pretending to be us and trying to build an army against her? Something laughably harmless, but offensive enough to make her come and deal with it personally.
>Please tell me at least this plan isn't a disaster
No, it's smart and awesome and it'll totally work. Chin the fuck up.
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What's happening with the green here? Is that some sort of collaboration?
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>>36826263
No, one is a CYOA the other is a greentext.
They're separate stories, at least for now. (?)
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>>36825956

>>36826028
>>36826166
>>36826247
>We learned chess from some asshole we used to know, years back. Long gone now though. Harvester loves the game, played it with that guy all the time. There were a few other Brigade members she liked to play with too.

>We took a breath, and smiled just a little, getting our resolve back.
>Thanks, that's a pep talk I needed.
>and... you're right, Harvester flipped the board, she gave up on us.
>She's lost her best weapon, her best attack dog. The only other member of the Brigade that might have been a good replacement was Thrasher, and she strung him up too along with us.
>and you're right, I gotta play to our strengths.
>We gotta play our game, not Harvester's.
>So... think... gotta play checkers here...
>Picked that game up same time as chess, and we did play that plenty with Harvester and some other members of the Brigade, old gangs we used to be on too. I can wrap my head around that one just fine.
>Hmm...

>We rubbed our beak in thought with a talon.
>Forget spreading rumors, that's Harvester's game, and our lead tongue won't pull that off.
>Ambush could work, but how do we draw her out?
>Well, she can be pretty stubborn and cocky. She sees herself as a genius just as much as we do. For all our own faults, at least I know I'm dumb and unlikable.
>She's also got our claw to claw skills, considers herself our equal, but she's not as strong or fast as us. She calls her bullshit 'superior tactics', but really, she has to cheat to beat us in a fight. Like when she drugged us last time.
>Come on... what's something we know would draw her out...

>our eyes popped wide as it hit me

>if a group on Caravan duty gets hit, she'll hang out at the Old Town outpost for a few days, to be there if another group gets attacked.
>Harvester does it in case a merc group or some rival gang starts trying to make a move.
>she'll have backup, but nothing like back at the main camp.
>We'd only need one of the bigger lower gangs to back us to get us close, especially if they got some decent weapons and armor.
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Does anyone have the summary of PH books 2-5? Wikipedia has only the volume 1
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>>36826787
>summary
Shit's fucked until the world is saved. Blackjack turns into an Ikea pony and back.
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>>36826752
Convincing 1 group of retards to destabilize the region sounds more achievable than convincing all of them. Are there any in particular that are pissy towards the Brigade or even Harvester herself.
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>>36826787
I would also like a proper written summary, since I'm interested in reading Homelands but can't be bothered to re-read PH.
There's always this:
https://youtu.be/BnH4NQhoaBU
https://youtu.be/jLX8YW7m2ts
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>>36826871
>drunk retard and her merry band of edgy sad-saps murder loot their way into heroism.
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>>36826878
Sounds like nearly every Fallout: Equestria story, including the original.
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>>36826912
Sorry, minus the drunk retard part. Not every protag is an alcoholic. Their drug of choice differs.
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>>36826752
If we know exactly where she will be once we'll hit a caravan group, why not prepare the place? I wish we had explosives.
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>>36826752

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>The Old Town had been a smaller, riverside community. With a quaint downtown of brick and concrete shops, surrounded by a whole bunch of houses.
>Rusted River was the name of the Town built up in the downtown dock area. We'd never been inside personally, the most we've seen has been the outer wall.
>The main Brigade outpost in the Old Town was in the old school building. But we weren't headed there yet.
>We set down at the edge of town, and waited in the second floor of an old house. We had a view on one of the main roads caravans liked to use.
>I knew for a fact there'd be a Brigade patrol camped out somewhere along this stretch.
>After a few hours, we saw it: a plump, juicy pack Brahman accompanied by a trader, and six guards in leather armor and packing heat.
>We got that electric tingle of anticipation again.
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>The Old Town had been a smaller, riverside community. With a quaint downtown of brick and concrete shops, surrounded by a whole bunch of houses.
>Rusted River was the name of the Town built up in the downtown dock area. We'd never been inside personally, the most we've seen has been the outer wall.
>The main Brigade outpost in the Old Town was in the old school building. But we weren't headed there yet.
>We set down at the edge of town, and waited in the second floor of an old house. We had a view on one of the main roads caravans liked to use.
>I knew for a fact there'd be a Brigade patrol camped out somewhere along this stretch.
>After a few hours, we saw it: a plump, juicy pack Brahman accompanied by a trader, and six guards in leather armor and packing heat.
>We got that electric tingle of anticipation again.
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>>36827143
Shit, this post comes before the prior one.

>>36826853
>>36826937
>I wish we had explosives too, 37, hopefully we can nab some off that Caravan or the Brigadiers we kill.
>We can make do without it, we've been scraping by and fighting to stay alive our whole life, one way or another. All we need is our talons, each other, and to still be alive, it's just a matter of how hard it's gonna be.

>I got one group in mind... yeah, but we gotta hit that Caravan first.

>We stood up a moment later, when the boys showed up on the roof.
>Food stallion had layered his spiky forleg padding over his new suit of leather armor, still had his 9mm pistol, but was now also rocking a combat shotgun slung on his back.
>Molotov had layered his chest rig and quilt skirt over his own leather armor suit, and he'd scratched into his baseball helmet 'kiss the cook!'. He'd also armed himself with a second 10mm pistol.
>"Looking good you two", we smirked, before turning towards Molotov, "nice helmet, but why didn't you grab a bigger gun?"
>He pulled both pistols out with his magic, and smirked, "I like my old pistol, so I just doubled down"
>We chuckled, "That's an attitude I can get behind"
>I knelt down, and the pair climbed onto our back.
>With a flap of our wings, we took off.
>The pair tensed up on our back, but they seemed to be having a much better time of it.
>We took it slower, getting up high and taking a more leisurely flight to the Old Town
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>>36827143
Ambush them. Fire from three directions. Or let our little ponies fire from two directions and then jump at the enemy from behind.
And try to be careful with flammable substance around valuable goods.
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>>36827431
>>36827148
As long as mister cook there doesn't burn the brahmin I'd say let him go ham, flaming ponies tend to stop shooting.
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>>36827148
Anybody you know?
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>>36827148

>>36827565
>Yeah, a group lead by a real tool, looking to be top dog around here, but he always backed down at the sight of us.
>His gang is no better than how we found Jawbreaker's group, but he's got two dozen of them
>If we can just bring them to heel and arm them, they might be able to hold their own against Harvester's guards long enough to get us to her.
>Then we remind her how to kill someone proper.

>>36827431
>>36827481
>There's some good ideas...
>We turned to food Pony, and said, "get a few houses down, then let them pass you, wait for me to hit them then run, then you light them up to get their attention.
>We turned to molotov, and said, "once they get close enough, huck some fire bombs in front of the Brahman, then around it. We want to get it to panic and run off. Once it does, chase it down and kill it, me and what's his name can take care of the guards"
>They both nodded, and food pony headed down the stairs while molotov took position by the window
>We headed out a back window, and flew up to hide crouched down in a hidden spot on a roof a few houses down.
>The caravan got closer...
>closer...
>closer...
>...

>Molotov sent a batch of three fire bombs sailing through the air, all exploding and leaving burning liquid splattered all over the road in front of the pack Brahman.
>said Brahman reared, startled
>some of the other guards, and the trader kept it under control, one shouting, "ambush! Get to cover!"
>Three of the guards fanned out towards Molotov's spot
>They are not touching our boy
>With a flap of our wings, we launched ourselves airborne, and hovered through our arc towards the third one at the back.
>the trader shouted, "watch out!", but it was too late.
>twisting our wings to correct our angle at the last minute, then tucking them in, we drop kicked the third guard of the forward group in the back with our full weight, breaking our fall, slamming him into the ground, and winding him.
>We carried our momentum forward to leap forward and roll into the landing, transferring into a run, finding ourselves face to face with the second guard, who had just swung around.
>We slashed out her throat with our right claw, and kept stride to run past her, as she dropped to the ground.
>We spread our wings and took flight, gaining height as fast as we could, narrowly avoiding the final forward guard's hasty rifle shots.
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>>36827789
>He fired off a few more rounds up towards us, whizzing past faster than sound, but we were already high enough up that he'd have a real hard time keeping a bead on us, especially when we added a corkscrew roll to our movement.
>We laughed, already feeling a rush from that kill, combined with the feeling of wind in our feathers. We were in our element.
>With the last guard distracted, Molotov threw another fire bomb, this one setting the last guard ablaze.
>last guard shrieked, dropped his gun, and collapsed to the ground, where he started rolling.
>Ended our ascent to come to a hover.
>Food stallion entered the fray now, firing off some shotgun shots that killed one of the guards by the Brahman, winged the trader, and startled the guards and Brahman enough that the pack animal broke free and began running off back the way the traders had come.
The remaining two guards by the Brahman readied their guns, and started firing towards food pony, forcing him back into cover. The guard we'd knocked to the ground hadn't got up yet.

>But now we had new players on the field:
>We saw four raiders in piecemeal armor and pieces of firefighter gear rushing down the street towards our boys and the ambush.
>We'd gotten that Brigadier patrol's attention.
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So, did the author of attack on titan pretty much took the same thing as somber while finishing ph?
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>>36827795
That's right mfs, bird mommy is BACK and she's PISSED
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>>36827757
Ikea horse and mare blanche, eh?
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>>36827795
We have to delay the patrol until our boys deal with the remaining two guards. Hit and run. Try to find an angle that will let us leave the line of fire right after our attack: is there is some side alley or an empty window that we can quickly dive into without losing the momentum?
I hope there's no pegasi among them.
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>>36827795

>>36827883
>Y'know what?
>I'm starting to feel it
>It's time for mommy Reaper to discipline these back stabbing pieces of shit

>>36827961
>We dove, intending to hit these bastards hard.
>Two of them took flight though, and rushed upwards to meet us halfway. A bat pony stallion, wearing medium. coverage metal forleg plating, a metal helmet, bladed horseshoes, a bandolier of grenades, and a pair of firefighter turnout overalls. The other was a bat pony mare equipped much the same way, but wearing a turnout coat around her waist like a skirt similar to us, wearing a gas mask instead of the metal helmet, and with a 45 auto smg with a drum magazine and a sling pack both strapped to her back.
>I know these two, a brother and sister, the brother was stronger, while the sister was faster.
>Both were skilled, but not as much as us.
>Without any arm or leg guards, we can't block those blades very well, but then again, these dumbasses were fighting us in the air, and that means we got a lot more opportunity to use our legs.
>We extended the ivory talons on our paws.
>The sister met us first, and at the last moment we flipped ourselves upright, and lashed out with a full power swing from both of our legs, the left delayed by half a second compared to the right.

>A lot happened in the second we and the sister passed.
>Our left leg impacted first, she'd blocked it with her right foreleg, but the impact broke her guard as our talons glanced of the metal plating with a burst of sparks.
>She lashed out with her left forleg, achieving a glancing diagonal slash against our chsiled abs, the leaving three bleeding wounds.
>Then our right leg connected, and with the full power of our leg and our momentum behind it, our toe talons tore through the top couple ribs on the left side of her chest, and tore open her heart.
>We both then fell away from each other, screaming in agony.
>We clutched an arm to our chest, bit back the fiery pain flaring up from our stomach, and managed to flap our wings enough to regain control over our fall and slow down enough to land on our three other legs before the two grounded Brigadiers.
>The sister hadn't been so lucky, and slammed into the ground with a wet thud and the splatter of flesh and shattering bone. Our stomach was gushing blood.
>the brother reversed his climb, and flew down, landing next to his sister and pulling her into his forelegs, crying out, "no, no, no, NO!"
>The other two Brigadiers froze, shocked, when we landed, and we took the opportunity to rip out the healing potion we had, pop the cork, and slugged it down.
>one breathed, "o-oh no..."
>the other asked, hesitant, "boss... is that... you?"
>We finished off the potion and tossed it aside, letting it shatter against the concrete as pink healing magic glowed from our stomach wound, stitching it back together, as we glared at them, wiped the dribble from our beak, and grunted, "who else? You miss me?"
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>>36828355
>We spread our wings, kicked off with our legs, and launched ourself onto the front porch of a nearby house, narrowly avoiding their hail of buckshot and smg rounds that came the moment they had their wits together.
>The moment we landed we lunged again, this time for the open front doorway, scrambling inside as the pair of brigadiers unloaded in our direction, sending up splinters all around us as the bullets impacted the old wood.
>Our stomach was on fire, burning with pain, as it was still healing while we were doing all our acrobatics.
>the shots kept coming, tearing through the front wall of the living room as we scrambled for cover behind a stone fireplace. We were lucky we didn't get hit with any of it, despite our agility.
>As we got behind the chimney, our stomach finished healing, good as new, although it was still horribly sore, almost as if the potion spited us.
>We pulled our magnum out of our waistband and drew back the hammer.
>The hail of gunfire halted, and we heard the bat stallion shout in rage, "you in there you undead, sister murdering fuck!?"
>a stallion, one of the ground pounding pair, spoke up, "Uh... what he's trying to say is: hope there's no hard feelings, B- Reaper, but things shook out the way they did, no changing that. Run off now, and we'll forget this happened"
>"what!? There's no way we're letting her go! She killed my fucking sister!", the bat stallion skreed.
>"I don't feel like getting my THROAT RIPPED OUT!", the ground pounding stallion yelled back.
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>>36828360
>"I don't feel like getting my THROAT RIPPED OUT!"
Oh you don't feel it, alright. Not yet.
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>>36828360
There's probably something to be said about the irony of begging a woman named Reaper for your life.
Eat the coward. Preferably alive.
The bat pony probably needs to die, too.
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>>36828360
>he thinks he can take us
Offer the others freedom if they shoot him. It's a lie
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>>36828360

>>36828402
>>36828454
>>36828644
>Oh yeah, 54, there's definitely something ironic about begging a literal Reaper for mercy.
>As for eating him... he is a unicorn, so... maybe we'll eat him, but I don't drag out deaths. If we're gonna kill something, we're gonna kill it the moment we got the opening, or at the very least mortally wound them.
>Harvester constantly got herself in trouble with that crap. We'd be dead if she didn't leave us on that cross to die slowly.

>We're gonna make them fear the Reaper
>Mamma's home you ungrateful, backstabbing assholes.

>"Y'know what? Shoot the bat, and you got a deal", we joked back with a chuckle, a smirk spreading across our beak.
>"pfft, you really think-?", the bat pony snarked back, before getting cut off by the report of a shotgun shot.
>There was a pregnant pause
>Holy fuck, did they actually buy that?
>Our eyes went a bit wide, surprised
>the unicorn stallion who didn't want his throat slashed out called out, "so... we're good?"
>Our blood began to fucking boil, and we began to shake just a bit, our breaths beginning to get deeper and more ragged as our pupils began to constrict to pinpricks.
>They did NOT just do that!
>They did NOT just shoot their fellow gang member, their buddy, someone that TRUSTED THEM, in the FUCKING BACK to save their own skins!
>You don't just fucking DO THAT! Not in MY FUCKING GANG!
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>>36828940
>We threw our head back and fucking screamed with fury, I had to let just a little bit of my fucking disgust out if I was gonna keep myself from rushing an SMG and a Shotgun head on.
>The second pony of the pair outside shrieked, "oh fuck me, she's PISSED!"
>A moment later, a grenade with it's pin pulled was tossed through the still intact living room window.
>It had barely touched the floor and started rolling by the time we reached it, leaping towards it, grabbing it as we landed on our side, and promptly threw it back through the window.
>"Oh SHI-!", the other stallion shouted, before the explosion went off.
>We squared up, wings spread, and using all four legs and our wings, we launched ourself through the doorway of the house like a shot from a gun.
>One of the pair was dead, blown to pieces. The other, the unicorn, had leapt away from the explosion, hit the deck, and had just managed to get back onto his hooves before be had the full weight of an Olympian Griffiness filled to the brim with righteous fury tackling him to the ground.
>His shotgun clattered to the ground as he lost focus.
>We knelt both knees into his belly, grabbed his muzzle with our left claw, our talons digging in nice and deep, drawing plenty of blood, as we forced it up to give us a nice open view of his neck.
>Meanwhile, he squirmed and screamed muffled, panicked screams, as his hind legs kicked at dirt, and his forelegs repeatedly slammed into our chest. We didn't even feel the blunt impacts as the rage coursed through us, a rage more powerful than a shot from the chem of the same name ever could.
>Without any hesitation, we raised our right claw, talons barred, and took his neck with one powerful swipe, getting both arteries and his windpipe.
>We didn't stop there though, oh no, we weren't done yet.
>He'd been wearing some metal torso armor. So we got that shit out of the way first, ripping the shoulder and side straps using our talons, then tossing aside the chest plate like garbage.
>We then started screaming like a banshee, slashing his chest over and over and over, until his hide had been reduced to shredded pieces, we forced our way through his rib cage by smashing it with balled fists, and then slashing the organs beneath to puree.
>By the time we were done, and we started to come down off our fury, we were drenched in blood, our talons were sore, our throat hurt from screaming, our fluffy and scarred chest was covered in bruises and hurt like a mother fucker, and we felt a headache coming on.
>Our claws trembled as we lowered them to our sides, and we caught our breath for a moment.
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>>36828946
If momma ain't happy, NO ONE is happy
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>>36828946
Wow, I didn't think he'd actually buy the lie. This seems like the time for a scotch and a Tylenol.
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>>36828946
That was awkward. See how our two cooks are doing without us.
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>>36828946
Took that one personally huh sport?
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>>36829090
They are busy trying to hide the shit they took after seeing such a performance.
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>>36829233
They better catch the brahmin first.
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>>36828946

>>36828964
>>36828998
>>36829152
>Yeah... yeah I did take that one personally
>We always made it clear that the one line you didn't cross in the Brigade was betraying loyalty
>Strength and loyalty, that's what I valued as a warlord
>It was us versus the fucking world
>I knew the Brigade lost sight of that if so many of them went along with Harvester's betrayal, and it had already sickened us to our core, but shooting one another in the back on a whim? I hadn't expected them to lose sight of what the gang valued that much
>Did they even value strength anymore? Probably not, since most of the Brigade's other strongest members got strung up along with us on those crosses.
>Well... if there's one thing we can pull from that despicable display, it's that the Brigade is finished once Harvester is out of the picture. Without her they'll just be a bunch of assholes like everyone else, just with better gear, and they'd lose all that once some stronger raiders come along.

>>36829090
>>36829233
>>36829370
>If they did run off, then they took the wrong fucking lessons after everything.
>We stood up, and after taking a moment to fond our footing, began to head down the street towards the Caravan Ambush.
>We felt a little dizzy and sick as our headache set in, that'd really pissed us off.
>All the guards were dead, and the trader laid on her side on the ground, clutching buckshot wounds on her torso. She was coughing up blood.
>Food pony was waiting for us, and further down the road we saw that molotov had killed the Brahman, and was poking at the packs.
>We stepped past the food pony, and loomed over the trader, frowning at her.
>"W-we would have paid... we would have paid... why?", she croaked, coughing up some blood.
>"Bad luck, I guess", we replied, before drawing our talons across her throat, and turned away as she drowned in her own blood for a few moments.
>"Uh... you good boss?", Food Stallion asked.
>we shook our head, and frowned, tired, "no, I'm not, go help fire bombs back there loot. We need guns, ammo, and chems, then whatever armor we got room for"
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>After a bit of looting, our group piled up all our loot into a big sack, and walked back, with us carrying the load.
>We now had a proper pistol holster attached to our bandolier, which now held our magnum. Clipped to our bandolier were now four grenades, and two flashbangs. Finally, we'd found some metal shin and forearm guards that were our size amongst the loot, which were now firmly secure to our arms and legs.
>I actually feel more comfortable with the shin and forearm guards than I would if I found some new body armor our size instead. Gun shots we could avoid by moving and keeping our distance, but if we fought another melee fighter, we needed to be able to deflect bladed attacks.
>That fight with the bat pony mare could've gone way worse if it had dragged on.
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>>36830040
>We perked up once we got back home, Jawbreaker waved to us.
>Stepping inside, we noticed six new faces waiting for us. All rough looking, run of the mill small fry raiders.
>They'd been sitting around, generally hanging out and bullshitting, but when we stepped through the door, all attention was on us. They all looked some mix of surprised, excited, and curious.
>"Hey, that her?", one mare asked aloud.
>"y-yeah it is! Shit, Jawbreaker wasn't kidding!", a stallion called out.
>"Of course I wasn't kidding!", Jawbreaker called out with a smirk as she trotted down the stairs, "Reaper, back from the dead!"
>she trotted over to us, and smiled, "welcome back, boss"
>We gestured around us, "who the fuck are these ponies?"
>"Some other ponies with... similar tastes", she said with a toothy grin, "After you left, I took a stroll around to see a few old friends, let them know my gang had got a bunch more guns and were looking to make something of ourselves. Once they were here I let the 'Reaper is alive and wants to bring down the Brigade' news drop. Don't worry, I didn't do anything stupid like try to recruit a whole bunch of gangs, just a few old friends I really trust, lieutenants if you will"
>"So Jawbreaker wasn't full of shit? You're starting a new gang?", one of the new ponies called out.
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>>36800853
Let me tell you about Arbu. We had to get around those Speed Radiators, amirite Calibri? Talking was never an option, Volvo.
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>>36830045
These little pones sound a bit out do place, talking to momma Reaper like that.
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Look at that little cutiepie, she's adjusting well to her leadership position. I think she'll do fine once we leave the picture. Though she did a good thing in finding ponies she can trust to work under her, we should remind her that for the time being our recruitment and by proxy the fact that we're alive, needs to be a well kept secret or we are all dead.
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>>36830045
Sorry about the trader. I don't know if we could've kept her alive.
Are you ready to channel your indignation into a speech? Something short and clear: the Brigade is shooting each other in the back like that unicorn did today, so the Brigade is on the path of self-destruction. We're making sure their imminent fall will go smoothly and their place is be taken by somebody who can keep it.
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>>36830045

>>36830111
>>36830239
>>36830638
>Agreed, if Jawbreaker is taking this kind of initiative, and is only picking ponies she trusts to back her, then she's off to a great start. I'm proud of her, I'm glad we gave her the push we did. It's good to know we won't be leaving this new gang with no one to lead them after bringing them all together like we're doing.
>As for the Trader, we just felt meh about that, really. I didn't take pleasure for that kill, but we needed the guns, and she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The wasteland dealt bad cards sometimes, and it comes down to how you stay in the game long enough to get the next set of cards dealt to you. At least we put an end to her suffering, Harvester would've watched her bleed out.

>We smirked, and patted Jawbreaker on the shoulder, saying, "good job, now sort through these weapons and start passing them around while momma Reaper lays things out for everyone"
>she nodded as we dropped the sack of loot to the ground.
>We then sauntered on up to the middle of the room, and began looking around, as we smirked, "You all know who I am, and I ain't good with fucking speeches, but I gotta make sure you know what I'm all about: I value strength, and loyalty. If you all got my back, pull your weight, look up to me with fear and respect, then you can bet your asses I'm gonna be watching your backs and gonna come to bat for you when you need it"
>We scowled, our eyes getting fiery, "But my old gang? The Brigade? My wing mate? They all forgot that, they stabbed me in the back, and lashed me to a fucking cross. They betrayed me, they threw away their loyalty to me and took advantage of my loyalty to them. So, I'm gonna fucking kill my old wing mate, cut the head off the Brigade, and then I'm leaving this whole show to you"
>We got a lot of excited grins, especially as they got better guns and ammo from Jawbreaker.
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>>36830779
>We finished, saying, "Anyways, we just hit a Caravan that belonged to the Brigade, and killed a few of those traitorous fuckers. Tomorrow, me and Jawbreaker are gonna get us a few more bodies to help us take down Harvester while she's in the open at the Old Town Outpost. In the meantime, we need to lay low. That means no leaving this place tomorrow! And if a member of the Brigade shows up, I'm not here, I'm not alive, and you're gonna say whatever you need to say to make them go away"
>"what?", a stallion exclaimed, shocked and appalled, "We're just gonna hide here tomorrow? The big bad Reaper is hiding from her bitch?"
>Our gaze shot to look him straight in the eyes, full of fury, and we began to march towards him.
>He recoiled, and tried to back off, but we caught up.
>We grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up a little, and asked, slow and evenly, "what did you say? I didn't catch that"
>He kicked air, and chocked out, "n-nothing... I-I-I d-didn't... say..."
>We dropped him, and he fell to the floor, clutching his throat, coughing, and struggling to take in air.
>We glared at him for a few moments more, before turning our glare around the room, getting a lot of spooked looks back.
>"let me say it again: Fear. And. Respect.", we said slowly, dangerously, "If I want to hear your fucking opinion, either I'll ask for it, or you'll ask if I want to hear it with all the reverence you'd give Celestia's ghost". We then snarled, "you all FUCKING GOT THAT!?"
>We got a whole lot of nods and varying versions of "yes"
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>>36830796
This loudmouth is clever enough to check if we're what we're claiming to be, brave enough to do it personally, and lucid enough to do it now and not in the middle of a fight. What do you think, should we take him to the negotiations? Here goes his chance of staying home and peacefully watching cartoons all day.
What can you say about the group that we're going to talk to tomorrow?
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>>36830796
>"We're just gonna hide here tomorrow?"
Lil' shit, there's 11 people here total. The big bad Brigade finds out your plotting to overthrow their asses they'd kill everyone in this room to make a point.
See you can make a good speech if you just believe in yourself.
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When Fallout Equestria continues to be leaps and bounds better than anything whatsoever Hasbro managed to do with the franchise
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>>36831203
FoE at least has the outlook of a bright future. G5 has none of that.
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>>36830796

>>36831172
>>36831179
>Hmm... he might be leadership material.
>We'll talk to Jawbreaker about what he's like, he's her friend after all.

>I wouldn't call that a good speech 79, that was just laying down the law, making some threats, and establishing dominance.

>The group we're meeting tomorrow is out more at the edge of the Brigade's territory.
>They got two dozen members of small fries, lead by a real tool named Ratchet Strap.
>His gang used to have some tougher customers, but that was before he ended up running it. Thrasher ran it back then, and he was just as dumb as we are, without a number two like Harvester to help, and be didn't have quite the same need to be large and in charge like I do, so he kinda sucked at it.
>We poached most of their stronger members, and Thrasher, when we came along and got the Brigade going a little over a year ago.
>Ratchet Strap looked up to Thrasher, always kept trying to get into the Brigade to be his number two again, but he just never made the cut.
>He'll be pissed to learn Thrasher got done in dirty, he'll want revenge, and he'll want a shot at being part of the top dog gang around here again.
>Of course, he could never stop himself from giving everyone above him a real stink eye, and Thrasher isn't gonna be there to keep us from hurting him, but he's our best shot to get us some numbers.

>We walked towards the stairs, and said to Jawbreaker, "Hey, follow me, we need to chat"
>She nodded, leaving the sack for the other raiders to pick at, and we headed up to the barracks with her in tow.
>We sat down on a bed, and she one next to us.
>"Jawbreaker, tell me about that stallion", we asked.
>"I swear by him, I've known him for years", Jawbreaker said, "His name is Busted Bolt. He doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut or watch what he says, but he'll never lie to you either, he's an open book. He's the pony I want as my number 2: someone who will tell me what I need to hear, and won't try to blindside me like yours did"
>"It seems you thought this through", we mused, before shrugging with a sigh, "Fine, I'll try to keep off him, but he's your number 2, not mine, so make sure he knows not to talk to me directly if he can't show respect to the current queen of this castle we're building, got it?"
>She nodded with a smile, "got it"
>"Great, I'm gonna lay down, I got a headache. Tomorrow we're gonna meet with a tool who's got some numbers we'll need", we said, flopping back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, "if he's gonna be your number 2, he's coming with"
>"Got it, boss", Jawbreaker said, getting up, "sleep well". She left down the stairs.
>We closed our eyes, trying to nod off and fall asleep.
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>>36832254
Not barricading the door this time? I hope you know what you're doing. Sleep tight, Feathers.
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>>36832639
>>36832254
If we can't trust them not to stab us now, there is no way we can trust them to make a move on Cunty Mcbitchtits.
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>>36832846
That's why she's a leader and I am anything but.
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>>36832846
>>36832870
We are us and she is her. Bro are we real or just like a trauma induced coping mechanism. What if we aren't real? What if she isn't real? What if you're the only real one and I'm just a voice inside your head inside of her head. What if she's just a voice inside an even bigger things head. What if we're just the ghosts of the voices that were here before the pills? What happens if she finds more pills? Am I me? AM I?
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>>36832911
>What happens if she finds more pills?
One day she'll find her purpose and make real-ier friends, and she won't need us anymore. But she said she won't kill us again. She haven't given the same promise to the previous choir just to take the pills when they expected it the least, right?
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>>36832254

>>36832639
>>36832846
>Yeah, we gotta see if they're actually loyal enough to not murder us in our sleep before we square up against Harvester.
>That being said, we're a still a raider, have been for years. We don't sleep heavily anymore, the deepest we can sleep is what regular ponies would consider napping. We don't dream, unless we properly get knocked unconscious, and pretty much everything wakes us up. Why do you think most raiders got fucked up eyes like us?
>Well that, and the occasional chem binge with enough stimulants to drop a brahman, but terrible sleeping definitely plays a part.
>I won't complain though, it's saved our life so, so many times, and it balances out with a couple power naps during the typical day.

>>36832911
>Ugh, don't go asking questions like that, it makes our head hurt worse and makes me depressed.
>For the longest time I haven't even known which voice was actually mine amongst it all, I haven't driven like this in years.
>I first started hearing voices when we got hit in the head with a hammer back when we were a slave.
>The zebra kid we used to hang out with back then told me you voices might be a gift from the stars, or a curse, or just something in between they did just to toy around with me.
>Ugh, you got me thinking about stuff again, and my head already hurts.
>All I know is, I might be driving, but we're all in this together. This life is our life, and frankly, I don't know what I'd do without you all.
>The emptiness I felt the past week while on those pills, I know that was always there, I just did everything I could to ignore it by chasing immediate thrills. But the loneliness I felt... that was new, I felt so alone without you all there in the back of my head.
>It sucked, and I don't want that to come back. If I ever find more of those pills, they're getting dumped in a fucking river.
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>We were mostly awoken only when ponies trotted on by to go guard the roof, or to climb into beds in the barracks room.
>We did wake up with a start when a pony climbed up on top of us, but it was only Gas Mask, looking to snuggle a bit, and I didn't mind that. I pulled her close and slept the rest of the day and night with the pink cannibal held in our arms.
>We got up once halfway through to scarf down food, and play some cards with a few other gang members for a while. It was poker, which we suck at, because I wear my fucking heart on my sleeve, but it was whatever, no actual caps were in play.
>I mean, functionally we had nothing to lose. We bet our pistol for the buy in, but once we busted out no one had the guts to stop us from just picking up our pistol and sitting back to watch.
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>>36833165
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>The next morning, after another hearty feast cooked up by us, much to the delight of our gang, we met up with Ratchet Strap and Jawbreaker, and departed with them on our back.
>Ratchet Strap took to flying well. He'd donned some leather armor, spiky shoulder pads, a 10mm SMG, and wore a bandanna over his head.
>Jawbreaker spent the whole ride with her eyes shut. She'd kept her original hat, but now donned leather armor, with a belt around her waist to hold her assault rifle magazine pouches, a sheath for a machete, and She'd mounted a bayonet knife to her assault rifle.
>"Now this is the way to get around!", Ratchet cheered as the wind whistled by.
>"I'm gonna be sick!", Jawbreaker moaned.
>"Relax, I'm flying slower today", we groaned with a roll of our eyes.
>"Why don't we pop above the clouds? I'd like to see what the sun looks like", Ratchet asked.
>We shook our head, "Nope, not even I'll fuck with those Enclave bastards, they'd tear even a badass bitch like me to shreds"
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>>36833172
Are there other flyers in our extended group?
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>>36833165
>even murderous cannibal ponies need snuggles.
Truly Gas Mask is best pony
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>>36833172
Fuuuuuug i can't wait for that Harvester cunt to shit herself when she see this pretty face
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>>36833172
Fly low, try to stay out of site, in case any of the Brigade or their allies are about, Maybe try to Dye your fur or feathers with oil or something? a cloak or barding might help too, if you want to stay un-noticed
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>>36833172

>>36834013
>We smirked at the mental image.
>Standing there, cornered, surprised, no way out but through us with her talons.
>She'll probably spout some bullshit, but I don't plan on listening to her. She's broken our heart once, she's not getting it back long enough to get behind our back again, just to stab us there again.

>>36833498
>Nope, unfortunately.
>Damn it, I have some good memories with those bat pony siblings. They were just starting to really shape up with their hoof fighting using bladed hooves.
>They both had that warrior's spirit we got, always looking for a good fight.
>The sister was a sexual addict too, couldn't get enough of touching, nuzzling, snuggling, or fucking other ponies.
>I don't even want to think about how much her and her brother went at it.
>I don't feel bad that they died, they had it coming, being the traitorous fucks they were
>and I think the sister got the best death a fighter could ask for, she honestly had a good shot at claiming our life. She just made too many mistakes at once.
>But I do feel a bit bad her brother went out the way he did. He didn't deserve to get shot in the back like he did. He was ours to kill, and he had a damn good reason to want us dead, I was actually looking forward to fighting him.

>>36833772
>...yeah, I suppose you're right.
>She fights with her hooves, shows no fear in a fight, and isn't afraid to try and share comfort and snuggles with the most dangerous bitch she knew.
>I know, I know, no fear means she's missing one of the two things I expect from a lesser pony, but I feel like she respects us enough to make up for that, and she shows loyalty and strength, both of which I value in a follower and gang member.
>Plus, she's a great cuddler.
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>We began to close in on the old Hatchery where we could find Ratchet's Outfit.
>The place was decorated with the same impaled corpses, skeletons, and other gore decorations I'd expect from this place.
>A little under a dozen of the ponies kept watch.
>We landed in front of the main gate, and let our passengers off, while shooting the two raiders keeping watch from a nearby nest a stink eye.
>They both looked a bit unnerved.
>"Go get your boss, tell him Reaper is here to visit!", we shouted up at them, prompting one to get up and run off.
>Normally I'd skip the gate and just land in front of the building, but this was close enough to the edge of Brigade territory that Ratchet Strap sometimes brought in ponies who weren't as familiar with our reputation, at least not enough to avoid getting shot on sight for flying straight into camp.
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>>36834351
>After a few minutes, Ratchet Strap, a burly earth pony of average size, burst out of the gate, marched right up to us, jammed a hoof into our chest, and snarled, "tell me, tell me that you didn't get Thrasher killed!"
>He was accompanied by several raiders in piecemeal gear. They didn't even phase us though.
>We glared at him, and grunted, "Back. Up." unnerving him enough to back up a few steps, but kept glaring at us.
>"I didn't get Thrasher killed, Harvester crucified him same time as she crucified me", we frowned, "I wanna kill her, and I want your gang backing me up"
>he started chuckling, and looked at Busted Bolt and Jawbreaker with contempt, and jeered, "ah... yeah, I guess that explains why you're here with a pair of bargain bin rejects, how's it feel to be back on the same level as me?"
>"It sucks", we grunted, "that's why I'm tearing the Brigade down. If they wanna stab me in the back and kill me, then I'm gonna do the same to them"
>"Just one problem, bitch, I don't got no more love for you than I do Harvester, so fuck off before I cut your head off and finish what Harvester started", he jeered.
>"can I try?", Jawbreaker asked, "I might have something he wants to hear"
>I shrugged, why not?
>Jawbreaker trotted over to Ratchet Strap, as the stallion smirked, "oh... this is gonna be rich. What're you gonna do? Seduce me?"
>she trotted right up to him, got eye to eye, patted him on the shoulder, and smirked, "nah, I'm gonna skip that and go right to fucking ya"
>He opened his mouth to smirk something, but was cut off by Jawbreaker punching him in the eye, causing Ratchet Strap to shriek in pain and shock, and recoil.
>As he stepped aside, crying out in pain, we saw it: Jawbreaker had jammed a nail into his eye!
>She followed it up by tackling him to the ground, and getting on top of him to start punching him in the face.
>That riled up his goons, who all started swearing and pointing their guns, we needed to act fast if we were gonna stop this from becoming a blood bath.
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>>36834356
Show them you're the boss here. You dont want a blood bath? take. Control. Get one of the goons, Use them as a sheild, which one looks the most important, most chummy with Rachet? Get that one. Or the closest one if you cant figure that one out. Have Jawbreaker hold him. Surely they wont shoot you lot through their own boss?
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>>36834356
If we can manage to keep those two guards from perforating us with holes direct violence may be the quickest, and now only, way to swap Ratchet for our dear friend Ponytail as head honcho around here. Though a heads up beforehand would be appreciated.
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>>36834447
Wait never mind I'm retarded, there were more than two guns being swung at us. Say something bird brain!
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>>36834356

>>36834375
>>36834447
>>36834468
>Uh... take a hostage?
>No one seemed all that close to Ratchet Strap, and if we lunged forward right now we'd get filled with lead.
>Uh... wait, we have grenades now!

>We can take everyone hostage! Even ourself!

>We yanked a grenade off our bandolier, ripped out the pin, and leapt forward holding the grenade above our head in our claw, shrieking, "NO ONE MOVE OR I DROP IT!"
>Our stunt got them all to freeze for a second, and we started scanning our death glare across the group, as we growled, "Any of us die, we all fucking die! Any of you back through that gate, and I toss this at all you and take my lifetime supply of lead! Don't fucking test me, I'll do it!"
>Meanwhile, Jawbreaker kept Ratchet Strap pinned to the ground as she worked the nail around his eye socket, elicting screams of agony and a whole lot of terrified struggling.
>Jawbreaker giggled and evil laugh as she kept working him down, "How you enjoying the fucking, huh? Who's the bitch here? Who?"
>The other raiders grimaced as they watched, pissed off, but also terrified at both our grenade and the display.
>"I'm a bitch! I'm a bitch! Stop, stop it please!", Ratchet Strap begged, starting to cry.
>"Who's bitch are you?", Jawbreaker grinned a big, toothy grin
>"YOURS!", he shrieked.
>Jawbreaker got off him, and she and us both had their attention as Jawbreaker addressed them, "Listen up! As of today, you work for me! And if Ratchet Strap learns to treat a lady with some respect, he'll get to be my lieutenant and keep giving you all orders, got it?"
>We got a lot of nods, and affirmative mumbles.
>Ratchet Strap kept crying behind us, clutching his eye, looking towards her with no small amount of fear.
>Jawbreaker turned back towards him, and growled, "Don't fucking hold it! I want you to let it bleed! You're gonna learn some fucking respect, or I'm gonna take your other eye!"

>ugh, we were jealous! We never touched Thrasher's old buddy as a sign of respect, but he's gone now, and Jawbreaker had no such holdings
>I looked at the grenade still held over my head, then around at the ground behind me, and called out, "Uh... someone help me find the pin, I lost it in the dirt somewhere"
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>>36834935
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>After a very tense five or ten minutes, we found the pin.
>Ratchet Strap, now with a bandaged eye, got everyone together, and announced they all worked for us and Jawbreaker now. Then we got up and made the same speech about fear and respect, strength and loyalty, but now in regards to both ourself and Jawbreaker, as a pair.
>Then Jawbreaker got forward, and ad libbed a speech about how her gang, the Cooks, were gonna cut the head off the Brigade, take over, and feast on what they once had. Never again would anyone in the Cooks settle for a day without food, be it given or harvested off their prey's dead corpses.
>There was more to it than that, but that was the point, and it got a lot of support if the hoof stops and cheering were anything to go by.
>The next several hours were spent with Ratchet's Outfit packing up their shit to head out from their place. Jawbreaker handled most of it, while we caught a nap.
>Then came the march back to the settlement that we'd taken over.
>Us and Jawbreaker were in agreement, this attack should probably happen tomorrow morning, while we still had momentum and the Brigade didn't have time to react.
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>When everyone arrived back at the settlement, we split off to head up to the roof while everyone else setup camp in and around the old shacks.
>The rest of the Cooks took the opportunity to break out the food reserves, and got to feeding our new forces.

>This... this was it...
>We had time for last minute preparations, but...
>This was it...
>This would be the last time we lord over a whole, big time raider gang as a raider warlord.
>This whole process of getting the gang together was messy, but... this wasn't our first time getting a gang together, and it was the second time we'd raised something big as a Warlord.
>After years of living this way... it all just comes naturally to me. I understand this life, I understand how to stay alive in it.
>What terrifies me isn't what comes tomorrow morning, it's what comes after.
>Leaving this all behind... no longer being a raider... embracing something new and looking for my purpose in life... I'm looking forward to it, I really am, but...

>But is it supposed to feel this scary?
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>>36834941
Of course its supposed to be scary! How else are you supposed to know you're doing something worth doing? Doing the same easy crap every day works for some fucks, But not us! Thats why tomorow- We're going after that feathered bitch. She left us for dead- Tried to kill us- But shes a fucking mistake. Couldnt kill you right. We wont make that mistake, now will we?
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>>36834941
Wow, not only are you gonna get out of the raider gig, but your gonna do it with all you limbs and buddy buddy with the new top dog.
Also yes scary means different and you wanted different. So until you find exactly what you want to do, it's all gonna be scary.
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Hey Maybe you you can be like a raider trainor or something after all this. Or reform a bit, maybe you can try to more than fake talon? If you Fake being a talon they might hunt you down in more than groups of one....
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>>36835189
Yeah i feel like stealing contracts from talons is a pretty quick way to become fucked. Maybe salvage jobs, theres always some dipshit needing some dumb shit from some hellhole filled with some dangerous taint riddled horror. Thats gotta pay better than prostitution or merchant guard, not that we couldnt be a classy and refined escort, but i dont know if we have the "demeanor" for it.
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>>36834941
Do you think you are the first raider who feels this emptiness and wants more of life? I bet some, if not most, of our current subordinates feel the same way. But they'll never quit the raiding because they also share the same fear. Take a good look at these fuckers: some of them chickened out at some point and live with the consequences. It is still an option for us too.
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>>36834941
Shit's about to get serious around here. Jawbreaker seems like she's on the way to be the next momma around these parts, so we better walk a long way to give her space to do her shit.
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I want to cum inside a wasteland griffon
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>>36836155
What will you do afterwards, tho?
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>>36834941

>>36835009
>>36835091
>>36835294
>That's a good point, actually, most raiders probably do feel the same way: empty, wild animals who only know how to fight and survive, just trying to distract themselves from the empty holes within them with immediate thrills and vices.
>I suppose that's another thing that scares me: I understand how raiders think, and even a dumb bitch like me can predict what a typical raider will do.
>We looked down at a claw for a moment, then balled it as our face hardened.
>We're not gonna give up, not like the others. We're gonna get out of this life and find something more, a purpose, or we're gonna die trying.

>>36835189
>>36835276
>"Raider Trainer" huh... I dunno about that one, we're trying to get away from this life, but...
>Well, at the very least, we know how raiders think, and if necessary we know how to talk and negotiate with them, that has to be useful.
>But I think, at least for the time being, pretending to be a Talon is our only way to shrug off questions about our scars, eyes, demeanor, shit like that.
>If we can't pretend to be a grizzled, angry, violent merc, then ponies are going to ask a lot of questions, questions we can't answer in a way that won't get us shot.
>We're definitely not stealing contracts though, I don't even know exactly how that shit works, so how could we even if we wanted to?
>Salvage jobs, bounties, go to place and killeveryone and thing in it jobs, those are all our speed, and something an independent talon not on contract can do, right?
>Yeah, we can make the fake talon thing work if we're careful, anything to not end up a prostitute, caravan guard, or manual laborer. Because you're right, we really don't have the patience or demeanor for those jobs.
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>We spent the rest of the day eating, snuggling with Gas Mask, and hanging out with the Cooks, catching the occasional power nap.
>We also chatted with Jawbreaker, sharing raider stories. I wanted to share some of them before we had to bury them, and Jawbreaker would be our last number two. They were fun to tell, she enjoyed them, and I hoped she could find something useful in all of it too.
>We found out Jawbreaker used to live in a rat hole of a settlement called Gutterville as a filly, in Manehattan, until her father died and she fell in with some raiders.
>The slaver town I spent my tot years in was nowhere near Manehattan, but the place I spent the interim years between slave and raider as a street urchin was, so it was close enough for me to suggest we drink to being two Manehattan girls who'd stayed alive long enough to rise above the rest.
>I'm not going to miss the raider life, but I was going to miss the feeling of family I knew from it.
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>>36836664
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>After some sleep/a much longer nap, and some last minute preparations, it came time to hit the outpost.
>Harvester was there, some small fries nearby said they'd seen her around starting in the evening yesterday.
>The old school was a three story building, with a main entrance and side ones, covered in windows all over.
>Most of the windows had been boarded up, with some openings left to be able to shoot through.
>The bottom floor windows were blocked off completely with barricades.
>The roof entrance was barred from the inside, to prevent any fliers from getting in.
>Harvester would be in an office on the top floor, it's where we always hung when we were here.
>From the outside, it would usually look abandoned.
>Upon an attack, the Brigadiers inside would take positions at the windows, frag mine the entrances, and get some ponies out onto the roof with a few boxes of grenades and a couple rifles.
>It's just before sunrise, just like when we hit the Settlement, my favorite time for a raid.
>Any ideas on how we should get this party started?
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>>36836674
If we let them get set up, it'll be a bullet filled slog with us on the wrong side. best to get inside with as many poners as possible before they can see what's hitting them. Move and shoot kid, cause if you stop your gonna get shot.
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>>36836674
Remember how we used to win with zero casualties on our side? Good times.
The roof is our personal entrance. Just don't be noisy, and Brigade's grenade guys will unseal the entrance for us themselves. If there's nobody up there right now, and if it's still dark, we can transport two or even four ponies to accompany us in a top-down direction. Question: this stuff in their boxes, is it normal frag grenades or some makeshift junk that will readily explode if we'll add one of our grenades to their collection?
Some of our guys with rifles should take positions in the building across the street. But here's a catch: if Harvester is as competent as you picture her, we should send with them someone who's good at disarming mines and traps, as there will be plenty.
Do we have a sniper? Let him know how Harvester's most useful lieutenants look. We can also try to make the enemy think that they are being attacked by a single lonely sniper, let them send a group to catch him and kill this group to make the job easier during the big assault, but it's not your style.
As for the bottom floor entrances, I don't know if we should even bother. Perhaps we can get a group of ponies inside before the defenders will realise that they're under attack, but what this group is going to do after that? What other that getting surrounded, overwhelmed and destroyed without making any real harm? It may be better to just send one small group to the roof to quickly take out Harvester, then set the first floor on fire and shoot down everybody who'll try to leave the building and everyone who'll try to turn the massacre into an organized resistance.
From which side should we expect Brigade's reinforcements?
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>>36836674

>>36836880
>>36837225
>I dunno what I'd do without you all
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>We landed on the roof, and let off Gas Mask and Food Stallion.
>We got up on top the roof entrance, and our backup pair took positions behind it.
>We prepared a flashbang

>a little bit later, gunshots broke out down in the streets below, as Broken Bolt's little group ambushed a Brigade Patrol returning to the outpost.
>It didn't take long before we heard gunshots from the windows, and a few minutes after that, we heard a group of ponies rushing up the stairs.
>They threw open the roof entrance and stormed out, six of them.
>We dropped the flashbang and shrunk back, and it exploded in the middle of the group of six, two crates of grenades dropping to the floor. The raiders swore up a storm, screaming as they were deafened and blinded, and a couple loosed some random, blind shots.
>Our trio pounced on them. Food stallion shot one who tried to run back down the stairs, Gas Mask got two, and we claimed three necks.
>Meanwhile, below, all hell broke loose as the rest of our force, two groups, one lead by Jawbreaker and one lead by Ratchet Strap, stormed the building. They took positions all around it, shooting at any windows where they received shots from.
>Then, a whole shit load of molotovs began to fly, slamming into the ground floor barricades, which would go up like tinder in no time.
>Molotov had spent all night making those, and he'd been giddy to watch this whole outpost turn into an oven.
>The rest of them just needed to kill anyone that tried to run, and stay alive.
>Stars above, it felt good to have lieutenants again that could make a big plan like this possible, and numbers to back it up.
>and you all of course, the plan was brilliant.
>With the roof clear, food stallion took lead down the stairs, with us in the middle, and Gas Mask at our side in her new leather armor and bladed horseshoes.
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>>36837776
>No reinforcements would be coming, they'd be keeping the logging camp locked down until morning.
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>>36837792
You know where Harvester is.
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>>36837874
No talking or brovado, just gut her and be done. If she gets a chance to talk she'll find some way to talk us down, its what shes good at.
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>>36836230
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>>36838347
>not raising a loving family despite the harshness of the world
ngmi
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>>36837792
Go for it. If you need to be meticulous and sneaky, then do it. Dont throw your life away, But get to the bitch if you can, and show her why you were important, and where she failed. But Dont get killed.
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>>36837792
How much you want to bed she isn't even there?
She must know nobody in the region is dumb enough to fuck with the brigade. If she knows you, and guessed you must've survived, there will probably be some lieutenant filling in for her.
Still a good kill though.
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>>36837776

>>36837874
>>36838052
>>36838617
>>36838801
>No guts no bravado, just kill her, no hesitation, nothing special. Quick and dirty, exactly the opposite of how Harvester would want it.
>We were already turned on and hyped after those kills on the roof.
>Stars above, I don't even want to think about what happens if some lieutenant is just here and not Harvester.
>I want this to be over with already, I want to move on.
>Focus, Reaper, kill Harvester, stay alive, and move on. We got a purpose to find, and a whole life to live after this.
>Let's do this.

>Our trio crept down to the third floor, and caught sight of a group running down the hall and into a side room. We heard echoes of gunfire all over from the battle.
>We ran down to the door to the office where Harvester would be.
>Our trio grouped up, and with a nod from us, we burst into the room, with our shotgun raised and ready to blow Harvester's precious head off.
>Running in, with Gas Mask and Food Stallion at our flanks behind us, we scanned the room. There was the desk with the pair of comfortable chairs behind it, the double bed, the crates with the better loot.
>Where was Harvester?

>Something dropped down behind us, and with a slash of her toe talons, slashed deep into Gas Mask's back.
>Gas Mask screamed in agony through her mask, and dropped to the floor.
>We swung around to point our shotgun at her, but she managed to knock the shotgun from our grip with a slash of her claws that tore up the back of our left claw, and she followed through with a kick at our chest.
>We narrowly blocked the killing blow by letting go of our shotgun fully with our right claw and blocking with the metal guard on our right arm, and instead we got knocked back onto our back.
>Food stallion, by this point, had swing his own shotgun to bear, but our assailant ducked just in time to avoid the first two shots of buckshot.
>She then attacked with two swipes, one to disarm, the seccond to claw out food stallion's eyes.
>He recoiled back, screaming in a panic, stumbled into the wall, and fell to the floor randomly kicking and swearing.
>Gas Mask squirmed on the floor, still crying and screaming in agony behind her mask.
>We rose back up to a standing, ready guard position, and our assailant did the same. We glared at her with murder in our eyes, pissed off, and she smiled back with a curled, sadistic smile.
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>>36838833
>She was yellow, with a leopard pattern lower body, a round head, a smaller beak, a rounder head, and orange eyes. Her beak and talons were a brighter brown. Her body was slender and agile, and she had a beautiful face. One would think her myriad of scars, filthy and fluffy body, and fucked up, sleep depraved eyes would make her less good looking, but it just gave her a wild, untamed essence that added to her looks to make her all the more desirable.
>She was wearing our lightweight Talon body armor, some spiky scrap metal arm and leg guards, a turnout coat draped over shoulders and buttoned at the top to act as a cloak, a leather belt strapped to her waist holding two 10mm pistols and a bunch of ammo pouches, and a firefighter helmet strapped to her head.
>Harvester

>she popped the collar on her coat, and shrugged it off.
>"Hey sister, didn't-", she started to coo, getting cut off when we shrieked and rushed her, making her eyes pop wide with excitement.
>We made a fake swipe with our right claw at her belly, which she dodged with a quick sidestep to her right.
>Countered with her own swipe at our neck, which we deflected with our left arm guard, her talons deflecting with sparks.
>She squared up to kick us again, and we jumped back a pace, her toe talons audibly cutting at air.

>We took a few breaths, and began circling her slowly, keeping our guard up.
>She began to circle as well, and smirked, "I see the ruthless killer I loved is back"
>"shut up", we grunted.
>"Come on, Reaper, you've broken my heart already, don't make me bury you again", she said, her smile fading into a scowl, "Just walk away, I don't want to kill you again. What I did was a mistake, I realize that now-"
>"oh FUCK OFF!", we yelled, before rushing back in.

>We took another fakw swipe with our right claw, aiming for her belly.
>She swiped with her own right claw, aiming for our eyes.
>We ducked it, tucking in our right and stepped a step past her as her momentum carried her a step past us.
>We then thew our right arm back with as much force as we could, slamming our right elbow right into the middle of the plate on her upper back.
>The blunt impact knocked the wind out of her with a pained cry, and she was knocked down onto her knees.
>We didn't hesitate, before she could recover, we spin counter clockwise and lashed out blindly with our left leg.
>Our fast, messy follow up paid off, as her right arm, which she raised to block, didn't have the strength to properly deflect our kick, and instead the arm was knocked harmlessly forward as our leg kept going, and our toe talons tore horizontally through the middle of her back.
>She shrieked and screeched in pain as she fell fully to the floor.
>Her eyes began to tear up and she tried to crawl away, as she bawled in shock, "sh-shit, my LEGS! I-I can't feel my f-f-FUCKING LEGS! You BITCH! You absolute WHORE!"
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>>36838841
May be a trick. Do you still have a gun? Just shoot her.
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>>36838841
Remember that after we're sure she's dead, shoot her in the head an extra time. Last thing we need is her coming back from the dead to kill us after we came back from the dead to kill her.
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>>36838841
Can we see where her pistols are?
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>>36838841
Use your beak. Make it quick, Just tear her fucking throat out. Shut that cunt up, For good. And hey, when your done, Maybe she can be your last meal with the cooks?
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>>36839041
She knows that we like to solve problems up close. It may be unwise to satisfy her expectation.
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>>36839063
Yeah, Tis true, But what if- now hear me out- *RIP AND TEAR* And maybe, if you wanna be smarter about it, Go from behind. If her legs are fucked, and you get close, bordering on loverlike, on her back, then just bite down hard, sever the spine. She'll die, and it wont be with a pussy ass gun. Or yknow, if you just want to make a mess- Introduce potato (Grenade) into Tailpipe (Self explanatory) But you do you.
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>>36839159
Yeah but she said her legs were fucked, she wanted us to "know" her legs were fucked. Crazy cunt and her mind games. Best not to get where she can reach and get her before she can distract us with words.
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>>36839181
Then how about we grab the nearest gun? And make sure the legs dont work first? I dont want to just shoot her and leave her dead from that though. Her blood needs to be on our beak- on our talons. A bullets too good for her, if you want to be sure, then be sure. But this bitch doesnt deserve a simple death. Its not worth making it take forever, either. But are you really becoming someone else if you leave a chance for her to survive? Griffons and ponies survive headshots from time to time. Hell, Id settle for just removing the head completely. But dont make her mistake. *MAKE SURE SHES FUCKING DEAD*
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>>36838841

>>36838885
>>36838992
>>36839041
>>36839063
>As much as I would love to take Harvester back to the Cooks to feast on as a victory meal, I don't want us to go back to them once Harvester is dead, we won't be Reaper anymore at that point. This chapter in our life will be over.

>Harvester rolled herself onto her back, propping herself onto her elbows, and she grunted in disgust, tears rolling down her cheeks, "So... what? Now you take my throat? After everything?"
>She swalled hard, tilted her head up, and groaned, "Well come on then, do it, take my life. You're the only one who I'd want to do it anyways"

>I was really tempted to do it, but with the warnings, I hesitated.
>We saw the talons on her claws twitch a little, positioned as she was, she could draw one of those pistols and shoot us.
>She was probably waiting for us to close in to do it.
>Clever girl

>We yanked the magnum out of our chest holster
>Harvester's eyes popped wide, caught off guard, and tried to draw her right pistol.
>We leveled our magnum with her head and ripped off a shot at the same time she fired.
>Our shot blew her head clean off in bloody chunks, while her shot slammed into our left metal shin guard.
>Her slender body slumped back to the floor, dead.
>We won.

>>36838921
>If there was still a head I would.
>44 magnum baby, my favorite.

>We took a deep breath, and dropped to our knees for a moment.
>It felt like a weight was off our shoulders, we'd done it.
>We felt buzzed and turned on, of course, Harvester gave it her all, and she very well could've got us if we made a huge mistake.
>At the same time, while I knew it was fake, it still hurt to think back on the memory of a Harvester that loved us.
>Overall, though, we felt great. We'd gotten our revenge, and now we were free of this raider life.

>Our stomach churned and our heart sank as we heard food stallion groan in pain.
>We got up and checked on our companions.
>We yanked Gas Mask's gas mask off first, and checked her breathing.
>She was dead, Harvester had tore through her upper spine in that opening attack.
>We shut our eyes for a moment and grimaced, using our talons to close her eyelids, whispering, "You were the best one out of all of them. Thank you, for having my back. I'll see you on the other side, one day"
>We then stepped over to food stallion, who grunted through the pain, "nice words... I guess she didn't make it?"
>"nope", we sighed, "do you want to keep living? I don't think a healing potion is gonna work on this"
>he balked, "of course! At least give me a chance, bitch!"
>we stepped back over to Harvester's corpse, and said, "alright, just gimme a second"

>it was starting to heat up a bit in the room.
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>>36839255
>We unfastened the straps securing the armor to Harvester's body, and tucked it under our arm for now. This was our ticket to a new identity.
>We then picked up food stallion and put him on our back.

>Heading out into the hall, we were immediately chocked up by smoke, and saw Brigadiers running about in a panic.
>We ran down the hall, past confused, shouting Brigadiers, up the stairs, and out onto the roof, where we took flight.
>Outside, the battle had died down, and lots of Cooks were hooting and hollering as the bottom and parts of the second floor were ablaze with fire.
>A couple Brigadiers were jumping off the roof to avoid burning to death.
>We swooped down to drop off food stallion, then took off high into the night sky.
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>We made a quick stop to slip into our new armor, then got back to flying.
>We were filled with fear, from our toes to our head, petrified with fear.
>But we were equally as excited, and we had a big, giant dumb grin on our beak as we flew.
>We did a roll in the air, and laughed a bit.
>We were free! To find our purpose, to live a new life!
>I embraced the fear we felt, I came to love the feeling. The inner daredevil in me ate it up.
>Right now we're flying along the Everfree forest border. I figure we'll bank by the big settlement not too far from Ponyville, then make our way towards Manehattan, and do merc work along the way.
>We'll need soap and a bath along the way though, maybe we'll look around Ponyville.
>Ooh, we need a name! Our own name! Not one Harvester or some slave master gave us! Hit me with some suggestions guys, we need a good one.
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>>36839259
Well.. You got your Revenge. Now you're looking to be a Merc, Id get the talon insignia off the armor.. And a name. Whats in a name? You like that magnum.. And with those pretty purpleish highlights in your feathers... Storm Feather? Your feathers already look somewhat like stormclouds, and eyes yellow like lightning. But what'm i to know? Maybe you want a simpler name. If you're going away from your raider tendancies then maybe youl use guns more. Shooter?
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>>36839259
Shit kid, names are pretty personal things. Are you sure you want someone else to pick it out again?
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>>36839259
Your real name is Griselda, you fucking sexy bitch.
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>>36839412
Griselda sounds kinda... Grisly..
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>>36839448
Grisly. Grissy.
Grissy, what a cute lil' nickname.
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>>36839448
>>36839461
Exactly! It sounds meanecing, a bird momma name, but it also sounds cute. Perfect for our favorite murder ball of muscly feathers!

God, i want to hug and snuggle you so fucking bad, bitch.
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>>36839259

>>36839285
>>36839303
>>36839412
>>36839448
>>36839461
>>36839482
>Well, for one thing 303, we're all in this together, so I feel like it's only fair I let you all make suggestions.
>Second, the best I would come up with on my own is, like, Talons, or Feathers, so I'd really rather let you all throw out some ideas.
>Third, you all gave some great ideas!

>How about Grisly Storm? Yeah, that sounds cool!
>We're Grisly Storm!
>"Look out Wasteland! I'm Grisly Storm! Merc Badass!", we shouted with a smile, doing a few more corkscrews, before evening out to glide upside down, crossing our legs, and lifting a claw to let our talons idly trail the cloud ceiling a bit, while we rested the opposite one behind our head.
>It's amazing how much you realize the wind drys out your eyes once you start flying with some flight goggles, we should've tried a pair of these forever ago.

>and thanks for the compliments, they're always appreciated. Anyone who wouldn't find a ripped, battle scarred woman sexy ain't my type anyways.

>As for the Talon logos (we have one on each shoulder guard as well as the one over our heart), I dunno...
>If I got rid of it, what would we tell ponies who get spooked by us? At least with that logo they'll think 'oh, she's a talon' on their own, and we won't need to convince them we're a merc. We got a lead tongue a dangerous demeanor, and dumb bitch syndrome, remember?
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>>36839595
>storm
.. isn't that a pussy pegasus name?
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>>36839595
Tell em you were a talon once, but arent any more. You're just a merc now, Grisly Storm. Heh, kinda got a nice ring to it. Captian Grisly storm! ehh, Just Grisly storm, actually.
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>>36839616
Isnt Anonymous a pussy mud-horse name?
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>>36839595
So if Reaper's dead and Grisy isn't wanted dead or alive so to speak, that means we could see an actual town with actual food and actual beds.
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>>36839595

>>36839616
>I think it sounds pretty cool.
>Plus, the Enclave pegasi got control of the entire sky they're pretty hardcore, and the few tribal ones I've met have always seemed pretty cool.
>and it sounds cool, but with a nice bit of subtly, so I'm sticking with it, and our buddies can call us Grissy.

>>36839617
>>36839750
>Former Talon, I like it, explains why we're solo.
>Of course, we still need to convince ponies we used to be a Talon in order to still sell that, so the logos are staying.
>Plus I feel really cool wearing these logos, they're empowering, it'd be heartbreaking to just paint over them. Then this armor would just be another set of lightweight combat body armor, it loses that special mystique its got.
>Letting Reaper die and becoming Grisly does come with the benefit of being able to enter big towns again, yeah.
>Shit... it's been years.
>Last time we were in a bigger town, we were a street urchin, between ten and twelve. Begging and living off scraps, sleeping under that bar's porch.
>It's kinda weird to think we might end up passing through there, I wonder if anyone would recognize us, and if they'd still care about that kid we accidentally killed.
>But we aren't some dumb, weak little kid anymore with no one who loved us. Nah, we're now a dumb, strong, big griffiness with no one who loves us!
>Uh... and caps! We can actually earn caps now!
>...we didn't actually loot anything we didn't immediately need back at our old stomping grounds, shit.
>and I know for a fact we kept a whole bunch of caps in the desk back in the Brigade Outpost...
>and there was all that loot in the pile in that office too...
>Yeah...

>Well, no use regretting missed opportunities.
>We'll just have to get some looting done in Ponyville.
>I wanna find out what it's like to have more caps than we know what to do with in a place with lots of opportunities to spend them.
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>>36840097
just fly carfully, if you're not a raider anymore, whats to stop those shits from trying to kill you just for your armor?
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>>36840097
ponyville, didn't someone say something about someone clearing out ponyville? I mean we're no slouch but if someone single handedly cleaned out ponyville I feel we should avoid them.
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>>36840097
Find yourself a piece of soap. They can tell we're a raider from the smell.
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>>36840097
If any other small raider looks at you funny, you know what to do. Otherwise, go scavenge shit.
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>rereading PH for the first time since it finished
>author changed the Fluttershy bobblehead from “do better” back to “be kind”
But why?
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Yfw you managing to make a good initial draft but all that remain is this
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>>36840898
Looks good! What is it?
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>>36840902
Was meant to be an Enclave power armor fir a story I was writing, then lost the project, lost interest in the story and all that remain of it is that and this thing I draw
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>>36840898
>>36840914
pretty dope.
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>>36840967
Thank you.
It was my last work before going away from the fandom for... what, 4 years ?
I just returned due to a friend asking me about FoE and to RP woth him... disappeared a few days ago, but I ended up here once more.
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>>36840831
FUCK
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>>36840831
maybe to avoid inconsistencies with the main story?





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