fan fiction Gather round everypony, lemme tell you about World War I, as seen from a gun.

[Honsou 399]

Hello.

My name is 127281. You can call me Eight One. I am an M1903 Springfield. I was there, when the great war ended. I was there, when the bravest of men fell. I was there, when man kind showed how truly evil he could be. But, I will get to that in time. For now, I'll tell you about myself.

I was born in 1905, in a factory in Massachussets. I was designated 127281. I remember, after being born, being taken in the gloved hands of a man. The man proceeded to grab my bolt, raise it, draw it back, and then go through the motion several times. He then took a little bit of sweet machine oil, and added that to my bolt. With his glove off, I felt the warmth from his hand as it touched the cold steel that is my bolt. He proceeded to lovingly spread the oil over my bolt. After that I was covered in a type of black grease, set inside a wooden coffin where no light would enter. I remember there being four others in the box. We were padded with hay, and wood chips. I remember hearing a rattle clank, rattle clank, and then hearing a strange strange sound. I had no idea what it was, and wouldn't know until years later that I had been placed inside a train. I arrived at an unknown location in Boston, at least that's what the men carrying our box said. I heard a very large steel door open after we had been carried for about 10 minutes. We were put down, and forgotten. I heard a loud, metallic and ominous WHOOM as if a great steel door had just closed. Little did I know I had been placed in an armory, and that the vault door had closed. I lost track of time. All I know is that randomly, after what felt like an eternity, I heard the door open. There was a voice, it said, over there in the corner, all of those crates. The box I was in with my four other brothers began to move. We were then set down. I heard a splintering crack, and then light, beautiful light began to appear through the box. I heard one of the men say something like "oh Spit, they're rusty." Next thing I know is that myself and the other four were taken out of the box. I guess the others weren't so lucky, as they had rusted solid. I heard the man say they were going to be sent back to the armory to be destroyed and remade. I was then carried by the man to a waiting mechanical construct I would learn is called a car. I was placed inside, next to a soft foam covered item that people sit in. The car began to move all on it's own, as if the blackest of sorcery was afoot. After a long time, the car stopped. I was grabbed from where I had been sitting, and handed out through an open slot in the side of the car. A man laughed and said I would do fine. After that I was wrapped in a blanket. In the dark again. I was carried an indeterminate distance, and when I was uncovered, lo, before me was a man, in a khaki uniform, with a strange looking hat made out of metal, and a white belt, with an exceptionally shined buckle. I was handed to the man. He looked at me, and said "This is my rifle." He then read my name out loud, and said, I'll call you Eight-One. After that, the next thing I know is My bolt was drawn back, and forcibly, painfully several things were forced inside of me. One, two, three, four, five! Five of these things were placed inside of me. My bolt closed, hungry, it grabbed one of the objects. It put the object in my barrel. The man squeezed my trigger. I spoke my first words ever in that moment. A momentous sound, a sound of thunder, a sound of rage, a sound of freedom, freedom from the dark, and freedom from the cage I was kept in. My bolt went back, and out fell a shiny round cylinder, that the men called a shell. My bolt closed again, grabbing another object. I spoke yet again. This time I drove my stock as hard as possible against the man, to let him know my displeasure. He swore lightly with a laugh. Another man with three yellow stripes on his sleeves came up to the man and slapped the man holding me on the head, and told him remarkable shot, he was ready. I wondered ready for what. The man holding me asked if he could keep me, the man with the stripes said, "Son, that's the smartest thing any soldier has ever asked me." The man holding me, PVT Gilbert, was then instructed to go to bed, because we would be going on a long journey in the morning.

-----TO BE CONTINUED(If anypony shows interest that is.)---------

[Yellow Diamond 7,578]

@Honsou, I moved this thread to Octavia's Hall. For lack of a better option, I tagged this as fan fiction.

 

If you have any further questions, feel free to send me a PM.

[Honsou 399]

Part II will be uploaded tonight. Still in the works everypony. 

[Idris 241]

I read "Gumdrop" as a kid, which was about a car. I like the ones that are from the machines perspective. I was a bit 'what the hay' when I started to read this one? but I liked it

looking forward to reading more. When I wrote 'battle of the Titanium Horse' I was very worried it would be hard to visualise, (and it probably is), but I had no problem with this one. I bought into it, as they say.

Edited April 12, 2015 by Idris