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caliber looked at crackshot. "couldn't have said it better myself." he turned back to the group. "and i think we can take out the tank by throwing a grenade or two into the top hatchet. killing anyone inside." he looked at violet. "you wanna join?" "hell ya!"she replied. "great, now we gotta go! like he said, the trail gets colder every passing second! now, we gotta decide right now, whos the distraction, and whos gonna kill em'" violet looked at him. "from what i've heard, they hate you." she said, "i think you should be the rabbit. right, flare?" the phoenix cawed in agreement.

seems like the one kind of guy caliber would wanna fight. not a play fight, mind you. XD

"thats the thing," caliber said, "no-one knows. and thats why we're here." he looked at the mare. "but, we're gonna find em'." caliber looked at the others. "we should form a search party. y'all seem like y'all can handle yourselves in a fight. but we're gonna need a leader. any volunteers?" (i agee. i thought it was emtpy, too. )

caliber looked at him. "im just as lost in this town as you are." he said. "but from what ive gathered, there is no leaders or anything like that at the moment. they all dissapeared. and thats why we're all here." he held out his hoove. "names caliber, by the way." he grinned.

"uh, yeah!" he got up. "so...its golden leaf." he said, looking at his book. "thats what we're looking for? alright!" he got up. "lets go!" before leaving, he got a look at dusk. "hey...i know you." caliber said. "was it...? ah i cant remember!" he looked back at spellbind. "im caliber, by the way. whats yours?"

caliber looked agitated. "thats why i said ill teleport." he said. "but! your thing works too." he stood up. "and i can make a mean apple pie. so its a win-win." he looked outside. "theres no zombies outside, maybe we can make a break for it." he looked back at them. "im caliber, by the way."

caliber had no idea what was happening here. all he knew was that there were ponys in need. "i'll go with y'all. for protection. the forest is a deadly place. no offence." he said. "but im kinda more experienced in combat than you, probably." he sat down, and started riffling through his adventure log. "now, what happened? was it poison joke flower? or something else?" he found the page he was looking for. the herb section. "and what do y'all need to find?"

"why are ya so scared?" caliber asked frank. "the're just zombies." he turned and saw one. hacking it to pieces in 7 seconds flat, he turned back to frank. "see? that easy." he looked at the others. "and ive got an idea. i draw all the zombies towards me, and y'all find a good place to stay, when ya do, open this chili. i'll smell it, and teleport over. sound good?" he asked

(lets just say caliber made the trade.) caliber was happily reading his book, when he noticed that no-one was coming to his booth. "huh. maybe 'extremely dangerous artifacts that may-or-may-or kill ya' is an intimidating" he looked around. indeed, he saw ponys avoiding his booth like the cutie-pox. "welp," he said, packing up his things, "i guess i'll go visit zecora. who knows? maybe shes got some rumors for more treasures." he gathered up the last bit, and teleported outside her hut. "zecora?" he said as he walked in, "its me, caliber." he stopped when he saw two other ponys there. "oh, am i interrupting something?"

caliber arrived at appleloosa, holding a piece of paper in his hoof. "yup, this is it." he said to himself. "the place violet told me all those people were disappearing. appleloosa." he made his way into the small town, looking for the town hall. when he found it, he went in, naturally. "so, let me get this straight." caliber said loudly as he walked into the room. "people are disappearing, and we gotta find em'." he looked around. "im caliber, by the way."

yeah. (sorry for the late reply. i just now thought to look at comments.)

2S2S00001000A4C4FFC49D0020100BB96UN1837000000000A0000000FF7FFF04107F3FCC004CB2 copy and paste in the little box at this website. under advanced. http://generalzoi.deviantart.com/art/Pony-Creator-Full-Version-254295904 does she look like that?

caliber looked at him. "fine..." he muttered. he walked up to chip as well. "and i need my sword sharpened to a scalpel edge." he was still furious at the rangers. angry enough to work with this prick. he glared at crackshot. he was so angry- "caliber? is that you?" he heard a mare say. he turned to find none other than violet walking towards him. "its been months!" she said, and hugged him. "oh, hello!" she said, noticing crackshot. "im violet, a friend to caliber, friend to all, really." caliber looked at her. "violet! what are ya doin' in ponyville?" violet looked at him. "hoping to get a drink, really. but someone already bought their best bottle."

caliber picked up his gallon of gasoline. "ill do it alone, ya prick." they dashed outside together. caliber looked at him. "ok, you draw their attention away from me, i'll chuck this into the tank, hopefully they have shells in there. then," he quickly made a Molotov cocktail, "ill throw this in. ready?" he said.

caliber looked at him. "is that all you wanted to say?" he asked "okay, i dont think you understand." he said "they didn't just insult me, they insulted my honer. they didn't respect me as an individual. and if you want to help." he turned "you'll tell me where the're sleeping. now, dont get me wrong. you said im your friend, so ill be yours, too. but this is more than just some-guy insulting me." he started sharpening his sword again. "and," he added, "no promises about the sanity."

caliber was twitching. pissed beyond normal standards, he asked quietly. "are you, by chance...laughing at me?" one of them replied "yeah, idiot." "retard" "freaking hobo." caliber continued to look down, then walked over to the bar. "give me your best." he demanded. he was thinking. 'im gonna kill 'em all. every last one.' he thought he threw 60 caps for the bottle. "keep the change." he walked over to the gun shop, sat down in his spot, drunk the whole bottle in five seconds flat, and started sharpening his sword, staring into space. after sharpening his sword to razer-edge quality, he walked to a general store. "gasoline, please. full, if ya have it. and some matches" he paid for it, then walked back to the gun store. and continued sharpening. waiting for night.

caliber did just what he said, and didn't move, as the tank rolled towards him. caliber's eyes darkened as he raised his sword. everything, the way he stood, the way he spoke, even the vibe ponys get from him, changed. "you might not wanna do that." caliber said. "i'll move if you say 'please.' otherwise..." he got into battle stance. "your gonna have a bad day. you call me a nuisance? and think you can get rid of me?" caliber was starting to slip into insanity. he smiled. "just try it..."

caliber made short work out of the raider that was escorting him. he walked back up to crackshot and the ghoul. "yeah! what she said!" he yelled, "and ya better follow it, or else!" everyone looked at him. he looked around, and unsheathed his sword. "what? ya wanna fight?" he challenged everyone.