Equestria Invades Earth (Human surival/Pony) RP

[Heretick-Tock 462]

Entry #201

[DATE REDACTED]

 

I found some more food today in by the bakery near the side of the street. The woman... or what was a woman seems to throw away all of her burnt cakes that she can't sell. There were all sorts of things there: cakes, breads, even some meats that I quickly consumed special thanks to my shortage of food.

The towns changed ever since that door way on the statue opened. Local rumor says it's a bridge between two worlds, or at least it was until our worlds began to share characteristics.
The wonderful, all powerful, omnipotent Princess Celestia was the one to thank for merging our cultures. Eventually she ordained that humans and ponies need to share physical traits in order to "progress" as a joint species.
There's this pink pony thing that was responsible for baking the stuff which helped start the whole process of converting mankind into some sort of... pony... things.

Most folks say that this whole fiasco started by the high school three months ago.

I can't believe I'm living in a world ruled by a princess. I can't believe I am possibly one of the last humans alive. How long do I have until I join their ranks?
My aunt must be worried to death about me; but she's one of those things, the contagion that's lead to my species endangerment. She'll want me to "drink the Kool-Aid", like everyone else in the family did. She'd despise having an outcast in the house. Besides, housing someone like myself is illegal no matter the situation.

I'm a man, nothing more. A man wrapped in dirty cloths who walks these underground tunnels... dead and forgotten. There used to be gangs here, crime, filth and all the vices imaginable... but at least they were alive.
Now, I'm the only story they have left to tell.



[END ENTRY]

 

*Gets up and puts the journal back in his satchel. He proceeds into the tunnels that he calls home, the only things that still remind him of his past*
 

[Concord Discord 35]

((This is... interesting, to say the least. I'm going to give it a go, because I've always imagined a sort of story like this - or of this sort. I like the idea of the whole diary entry thing, do you mind if I use it?))

 

Entry #1

 

I'm not one for writing diaries, but this is important. I want to remember the last days of me as a human.

It started in America, but now... it's spread all over the world. The once noble country we called Britain is now ruled by that megalomaniac Celestia, as is the rest of this planet. That's the end of democracy. Goodbye Parliament. I'll miss you...

As a brony, it was a dream come true to see the ponies come to Earth. That is... until the conversions took place. It was the end of humanity - in so many ways.

I overheard in a conversation that there are still some colonies of humans out there. I just hope I find one. I can't live like this anymore; hiding in the shadows from ponies that were once PEOPLE, who were my FRIENDS and FAMILY, fearing being converted, trying so hard not to give in, and become one of them.

 

I will withold my name in case this is found.

 

-Arpeggio

 

I lay down in my cardboard bed in my alcove behind an abandoned shop.

I prayed for morning to come swiftly.

[Timeless Toaster 6]

((Oh damn, I'm in on this. It's like the Zombie Apocalypse, but with Ponies.))

 

*Beep*

 

"Oh thank Christ my iPod is working. I'm glad I was lucky to find an outlet and charge it. Eh, where do I start? I mean, I've never had to write a journal before; or survive in a world that I once lived in...

 

It started in my hometown, some say at Canterlot High School. Shitty part is, I went to that high school and I should've noticed that Twilight was out of place. Anyway, after that whole throw-down between Sunset Shimmer and Twilight, things went back to normal.

 

Or so we thought.

 

After a month, a new girl came through. Her name was Lyra Heartstrings. Sweet girl, really odd though. But I hung out with her for a week or so, then something strange happened. She turned into a pony. A PONY. I was just sitting there, watching a movie with her, then POOF! There she is, as a pony, but sitting like a human. It was then that my Brony side went into Fan Boy mode. The she told me about the portal, and how she used her magic to make sure it stayed open. I thought that was cool, and the ponies would soon hang out with humans.

 

And I was right, until Celestia came into power and required humans and ponies to, well, most people should know. It would've been a dream come true for the cloppers.

 

Now the world has gone to hell, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only human left.

Heh. I'm actually getting service out here? Guess it wouldn't hurt to send this out to any humans out there.

 

My name's Harrison, and I'm currently on the USS New Jersey about fourty miles off shore. I'd explain how I got on the ship and how it left its spot at the Adventure Aquarium, but I don't wanna bore you with the details.

 

Besides, it's too awesome to even tell anyway. -Laughter-"

 

I turn off my iPod after sending the voice message and retake the ships' wheel. The old battleship repsonds on a dime as I turn her to port and proceed to sail down south.

Edited August 2, 2013 by Timeless Toaster

[Heretick-Tock 462]

Entry [uNINTELLIGIBLE]

Date [REDACTED]

It's night already. My city, what is now called Canterlot, isn't nearly as well guarded as I thought it would be. Ponies are so sure of themselves, believing those of us from the old world don't exist anymore. It's been only three months since the big, bad humans were "purified" and already they're so confident that there's nothing left under their streets. I hear their carriages going across the overpass during the day and the trots of their hooves at night.

 

I wonder if ponies ever think of monsters?

When I was a kid my dad would tell me never to fear the monsters in my closet, the ones I was so scared to look up and see whenever I peaked my head out from under my covers. Now, in some morbid sense of irony I've become that very monster who I feared I'd one day meet. I have the perfect complexion to scare off any fillies who may find their way down here to make out behind their parents' backs. A torn up mess of rags covers my body and wraps around my legs and arms, my eyes are dark and bloodshot, my face is covered with bruises, and my hands retain the scars of late night rat hunts.

My satchel has a two-way radio in it. I've carried it around the whole time but never turned it on, so the batteries are still good... I guess.
The ponies communicate with letters, however they send them with some sort of "spark" from their horn. I don't know what it is, and I really don't want to find out. That spark could be their method of turning resisting humans over to their cause.

I'll sit by this fire as I do every night. These sewers are the only things that remind me of what was, when the world was... wrong. When the majority of people were selfish and did the most horrible things, I guess you could say it would imply all the good stuff in the world too - empathy, kindness, selflessness, all the stuff that gave us a reason to wake up the next day. But now I don't know what to think or see; everything is working out, everyone is doing so well. There's no reason to commit a crime.

And yet I turn away from it, I stay in the shadows in hopes of retaining my "bad" humanity. Maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm the only one that remembers why we fought for everything we had in the first place.
Maybe.


I'll turn on the radio and pray there's someone else out there.

*Turns on the radio and sits next to the crackling fire, the journal still in his lap and a pen still in his hand. He looks down at the book and begins to write again.*

 

Or maybe I'm the wrong that's wrong? Maybe going into town and saying, "take me" is all I have left to do? Am I punishing myself for something I don't deserve?
I seem to have all the answers but none of the questions.

Tomorrow will be my day of judgement, unless I get a message from another human.
In my heart I know that I'd rather be introduced into the pony's world instead of living down here, but something keeps me fighting. Maybe it's stupidity or clinging on to what I can't change?

So what? The world has changed, I'm the only thing that has stayed the same. That's what matters.

Time isn't on my side, it seems.

 

*Puts down the journal next to him and lets his head fall back on a dirty pillow. The sound of flowing water drifts him off to sleep as the fire still crackles, keeping his body warm*
 

Edited August 2, 2013 by Horus

[Concord Discord 35]

((So, this is like a Conversion Bureau thing or what?))

 

I was using my phone when it happened. Suddenly, a random video message appeared on my screen, like my phone had been hacked. Another human was there, saying something about being on a ship. It was an actual human!

 

I wish I had better volume control, I thought.

 

Although the message appeared from nowhere, the phone still asked if I wanted to save the person as a contact.

 

Why not? I thought. If it's another person, then there's still some hope.

 

I sent a video message back.

 

"Hell-oo! And thank you for the message. Just to let you know, there's another human out there. I'm near Land's End in south-west England, living it rough in an alcove behind an abondoned shop. I'd tell you all about it, but like you said, long story."

 

@@Timeless Toaster

Edited August 6, 2013 by Concord Discord

[Timeless Toaster 6]

The hurricane passing through the North Atlantic was making the ease of sailing the old battleship a nightmare. Rouge waves were common and twice the warship had nearly been capsized by one of the waves. I looked out the bridge windows to see the bow plunge right into a wave, causing the wave to break and splash all over the front of the ship.

 

A notification on my iPod popped up and I took a brief glance.

 

It was a response.

 

Reaching over, I unlocked the device, put in the passcode, and the message began to play. He sounded English, said something about being in Land's End in South-East England.

 

Happiness went through my mind as the message finished and I ripped the wheel to starboard, sending the ship to the right and out of the hurricane.

 

After another two days of sailing, I soon reached the South-East coast of England. I powered down the ships' engines and the metal behemoth sat in the ocean, slightly bobbing with the waves.

 

I pulled out my iPod and brought up the voice messenger and hit record.

 

"Hey English Boy, it's the guy on the ship. I got your message and I'm currently sitting in one of the harbors. So you better get your arse in gear. Just look for the massive World War Two battleship. I'm there." And with that, I sent the message, and sat down in the captains' chair.
 

 

@

[Concord Discord 35]

@@Timeless Toaster

 

((Ok, massive facehoof on my part. It's the south-west.))

 

I did NOT expect that, I thought to myself. I picked up my journal, my phone, and a few food supplies, and stored them in my backpack. I drew back some tarpaulin, and opened the crate underneath. There was my bolt-action rifle, and several rounds of ammunition. I loaded the rifle, and brought as many rounds as my pockets could hold.

 

Just in case. I tried to reassure myself, but I knew I may be putting my self in danger. Although he'll probably have far more advanced weaponry, being on a battleship. And, of coure, it's much easier to find guns in America. I'd taken mine from a shooting range. I had been in a rifle shooting team until the collapse of society and all.

 

I ran down to the docks, rifle in hands, trying to stay out of view. I saw several ponies along the way, and at one point, I nearly got spotted. I finally reached the docks, rifle raised in case of any trouble.

[Timeless Toaster 6]

Off in the distance sat the battleship. It looked intimidating as it sat there, the forward turrets pointing to the land. On the tip of the bow, a light was flashing in morse code to the land.

 

In the sky above, a flight of Pegasai flew over head. With a roaring boom, flak and Anti-Air rounds began to fill the sky. The sudden cauchophony forced the Pegasai to turn tail and run away from the floating fortress.

[Heretick-Tock 462]

Date: [uNINTELLIGIBLE]

Entry: [uNINTELLIGIBLE]

 

I'm not sure what I should do... I'm not sure... I'm not sure about any of this.
No one is answering me, nothing is getting done.

I'm fairly certain that I can't survive on rats and stolen food much longer; I can feel myself becoming sick and weaker by the day. I just want to wake up from this nightmare and go home. I don't want to deal with how far the world has changed.
Please, let me wake up.

But maybe the only solution is to give up? What if I'm the only one who's still suffering?

No, that's just the sickness getting to me.
I'm going to die soon, why not just become one of them? There are plenty of other human remains out there, so my fossilized body will do no good to future archeologists.

 

Maybe it's time to give in?

No... I need to contact another human being. Someone who still is like me.

But the radio isn't powerful enough to make it beyond a couple miles.

 

 

 

 

The Tower.


The radio tower still stands. It's no longer used, but the trek will require me to go through town; and night is coming.

 

[End Entry]

 

I pick up my things and head toward the tower that is silhouetted by the Sun. As the giant star begins to disappear from view, I make my way through town as quickly and quietly as possible. The moon now overlooks me as my journey continues, but oddly enough I feel I am being watched.

I stop where I am and gaze at a figure standing on the mountain peaks. It knows I am here, and it obviously saw that I'm a human.

"Human," it says, "what gives you the right to come through this town?" It rears its head and gazes down at me with it's blue hair glimmering in the moonlight.

I don't know how to respond...

I have a choice: forfeit or end it here and now.

 

My instincts tell me to end it, don't give in. I place the gun to my head and prepare to enter the great beyond; I won't miss this now foreign world too much.

 

As soon as I attempt the pull the trigger, a blue aura surrounds the barrel and the bullet does not fire. 

 

The choice has been made for me.

 

I look at the magnificent being on the rocks and call to it, "what is your name? Why should I call you now that I'm going to join your ranks?"

 

It smiles a... kind smile and speaks gently, "how sick... and alone you must be, you poor thing."

 

I bend down and take out my journal.

 

Date: End

Entry: Final

 

I was wrong... so wrong. I was running from the very thing I wanted: peace. To protect myself from ever remembering this me... this human me... I'm going to scratch out the dates and entries. I don't want to remember.

 

I want to forget.

 

Forget...

 

The magnificent alicorn began to descend the rocks until she reached the place where I lay with my journal open.
"Do you want to forget it," she asked, "all of it? I can take it away from you, dearest."

 

"No," I said, "if I forget, the instinct will still remain and I'll only want to figure out what I was. I want to know that this is over with... forever."

 

"My name is Princess Luna," she whispered into my ear, "and I promise that this will not hurt one bit."
She smiled as she spread her wings and overwhelmed me with her enormous figure.

"Now, my dear, you have a choice: unicorn, pegasus, or earth pony"

 

"I don't know," I replied. I looked to the ground and thought for a while.

"Pegasus," I finally said.

Luna smiled and nodded her head. "Now look into my eyes, human. Don't be afraid." She used her horn to bring my eyes back into contact with her own and placed her forehead to mine.

I suddenly felt different. I remembered who I was, what I was, but I was different... so different.

 

Luna smiled, "now, dearest, your parents have been worried sick about you!"

My Parents! They were around? Still alive? Everything was just so... incredible! Oh, how wonderful!

How wonderful!

 

But for some reason I felt this wasn't the end... this wasn't at all what was going to become the end. So many others, like myself, still living in misery with no knowledge of what they were missing! I must change them, I must help them out of their pit of suffering.

 

[Concord Discord 35]

I watched as the pegasi flew overhead, and were shot at by anti-air guns. They retreated, but soon more and more pegasi flew towards the ship. When I turned around, loads of unicorns stood behind me. I wasn't going to wait any longer.

 

I ran down the docks to the huge battleship.

 

"Hey! American guy! There's a bit of a situation here. A situation in the form of tons of bloody unicorns!"

 

@@Timeless Toaster

[Fireblaze 16]

Entry #145

Hello I am Charles Roberts ex-NSA Agent, I am doing my Video Journal in a privet room in the Renaissance Center, this room was visible that me and few others even some of the NSA agents know of. This room use to escape any hostel movements, villains or any evil that want to take over the world and it started when our government push Princess Celestia Button.

Because I was there, I see Celestia power she turn the President into a Pony, also Luna was there too and then it began to become worst. They turn every one expect me into ponies as I was escaping with my life. So I fled in my Car and to here but it became worst that my parents, family were gone and I am alone as Detroit was the first city be taken over by ponies. As I escape to the Renaissance Center, enter into this privet room that the ponies didn't see and set up camp there. But I do keep a poster of The main Six Twilight, Rarity, Futtershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinky Pie and Applejack. Also her pet/Assisent Dragon Spike was there. Some how I do got a crush on Rarity, but I remember that I created my own MLP OC Fireblaze and I wounded if he alive too. That means with some of my memories Celestia, Luna will use him and the Main Six to find me.

That Right see I been hiding form Celestia for a year now, she sending her Element of Harmony to find me and Luna is leading the charge too. Now I don't know what Celestia true plan but I plan to find out and if any the Main Six or Luna find me. Then I will escape in my Trap door that I set up to the Ford Underground Parking lot area and to my Car so I can escape to Canada. That were I am heading next and if I get capture then you hear the truth about my existents as a human and became a Pony. So remaining governments of the world or who ever you doom us all.

End Entry.

Charles was there looking at his Radar checking for any Ponies or Main Six coming towards his way, as he have one stunner with him since he don't kill just to stun them make sure they not hurt and his Steel Bo with him too. He was watching Internet TV since he can get that to work and watching MLP DVDS too.

Charles began to think now as he was looking at another picture of Celestia and was looking at the show too. *Why you doing this Celesita? I know NK president made a dumb remark but you didn't have to take it out on the rest of the world I never understand your plan to turn anyone into ponies*

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

(OOC: It looks like people are just jumping right into this.  If that's not correct and there's an OOC thread where we need to apply somewhere, I apologize, and will edit or delete upon request.)

 

Friendship and Ponies: The Twilight of the Human Species

 

Or:

 

Liveblogging Apocalypse, The Old Fashioned Way: One Woman's Account of the End

 

by Clary Shae

 

Entry #1:

 

The funny thing is, I thought I was prepared.  In the unlikely event that it's "somebody" reading this, and not "somepony," and you've ever read Liveblogging Collapse, you'd know.  If I done my job right, it might have helped you be more prepared yourself.  I'll still post on LC when I can get wifi, but I reckon the internet isn't long for this world, so now I'm using a more durable medium: good ol' fashioned paper and ink.  Acid-free paper, and inks made from recipes used by Irish monks in the Dark Ages.  The knotwork designs you'll see on these pages are a tribute to those guys.  Trying to keep the lamp of civilization lit even as everything fell apart around them.  If you are a pony, I hope it'll help you see the good in us, not just the bad.

 

Now, if you've never read Liveblogging Collapse, there's something I should make clear: when I said I thought I was prepared, that doesn't mean I was one of those survivalist types with a bunker stashed with guns, gold and silver bullion and canned food, looking forward to the day when I'd get to start shooting at mutant zombie biker gangs.  I despise don't like  Let's just say I've got cause to never want to see any of those jakelegs ever again. 

 

Before the ponies came, I was a professional Steampunk.  I made things, from corsets to mobile phone cases to costume mechanical arms and ray guns, and sold them over the internet.  I was a stickler for authenticity.  My gears weren't glued on, hell no!  They meshed with other gears, and whenever possible, actually did something.  It gave me a chance to develop old fashioned Maker skills, skills I could use in more down-to-earth ways once the flow of cheap crap from China stopped.  Looters and and wannabee warlords can't steal skills.  I collect skills the way some people coll used to collect shot glasses.  After reading "The New Age of Sail" by Dimitry Orlov, I saved up, spent about a year building myself a seagoing gypsy wagon, then sold the Airstream trailer I was living in, and outfitted her for the sea.  She's a fifty-foot "Bolger box" sailboat with a self-trimming wingsail and a flat bottom so I can beach her when I want.  I've got a little workshop, an aeroponics greenhouse on deck, wind generator and solar panels. 

 

I figured, when climate change started wreaking havoc and the conventional oil started getting scarce, I'd have everything I needed to be nimble and adapt.  And as I shared what I learned with my readers on Liveblogging Collapse, I could help them get ready too.  And vice versa.  But then, nobody was prepared for ponies.  Nobody.  Zombies?  Sure.  There were books about how to survive a Zombie Apocalypse, and even zombie-themed guns and ammunition.  We had a whole literature of alien invasion stories.  None of it helped.  Try and find any one of those stories where the invaders are adorable.  I can't think of one, and I bet you can't either.

 

I was in San Francisco running a booth of my wares at a Con when the Alicorns came through the Portal.  "We have come to satisfy your values through friendship and ponies," Celestia said in that sweet, ever-so-gentle voice of hers.  Don't ask me how cartoon characters actually show up in real life.  Unless the show was some kind of advance propaganda, prepared with human collaborators to help make us welcome the change.  Guess it worked pretty well, too.  There were bronies asking Celestia to turn them into ponies even before it came out that she could actually do it.  And of course once it was apparent that Equestria was real, everybody had to see the show, just to find out who and what these ponies were supposed to be.  At the time though, I thought it was just an amazingly well-planned Alternate Reality Game or prank by a bunch of really clever bronies.  It wasn't until I was back on the Vector Equilibrium that night fielding questions from my readers asking whether the arrival of the ponies meant the Collapse had been canceled, or if it was here, that I started checking the real news sites.

 

I headed out to sea and advised my readers to trigger their emergency plans.  Whatever the ponies' intentions, the world as we knew it was over.  The financial markets would go haywire, there'd be runs on banks and grocery stores, letters of credit and investment capital would freeze up as the Masters of the Universe held on to their capital until they could see how things shook out, 'Just-In-Time' supply lines would start coming apart.  And that's not counting panicked responses from government like martial law or preparations to fight the ponies, or the whackaloon end of the religious spectrum going bugnutty about the Apocalypse.  Turns out they were right, of course--it just wasn't their Apocalypse.

 

I was well on my way to the Equator when governments started flipping their "internet kill switches."  I don't know much about how the War for Humanity went, except that we lost.  By the time I made port in Lima, hackers and ham radio operators were finding work-arounds for the news blackouts, but nobody really knew what was going on, apart from more and more people turning into ponies.  If that's the right term for it.  I'm pretty sure that an adult human being actually "turning into" a three and a half to four-foot pony would violate conservation of matter and energy.  As the sort of geek who agrees that a Star Trek transporter would kill a person and create a copy of them at the destination instead of actually "transporting" them, it seems to me that "turning into" a pony--creating a whole new sort of body and brain with who knows what kind of neural structures and instincts and whatnot--is the same thing, only a lot more obvious.

 

Enough for today,

 

Clary

 

 

Liveblogging Collapse

 

Post #1128  6/28/2016

Posted by: Clary Shae

 

Land Ho!  Looks like I made it!  Now if I can just find a place to beach the VE and make repairs.  The sail, rigging, and hull are intact, but the geodesic canopy for the aeroponics got punched in by a wave.  If I can find the right salvage I might be able to bodge it back together, but it's probably time to move to something more low-tech.  After Oregon, I'm still pretty nervous about trying coastal permaculture.  Maybe there won't be as many thugs over here.  Does anyone know anything about the nuclear power plants?  Are the ponies decommissioning them safely, or are we about to have 400 Fukushimas spilling DoomGlow into the oceans?

 

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Comment by: Mint Sprinkle, 6/2802016 3:42 p.m.

 

Clary?  Is that you?  Are you still human?  I was Rowdy Cowgirl116.  Now I'm a unicorn!  A magic unicorn!  You should join us Clary.  This new world we're building--it's sooo much better than the old world!  Everypony gets their own special talent that's also their passion!  There are no boring jobs, because everypony does what they love!  It's everything we hoped for before--sustainable localized economies based on renewable energy, only better, because it's happening in a Golden Age, not a Dark Age!  Come, Clary.  I promise you won't regret it!  All you have to do is find a pony and say you're ready.

 

 

Comment by: Clary Shae, 6/2802016 3:58 p.m.

 

Rowdy?  But you said you'd put a bullet in your brain "before you became a horse, instead o' ridin' one!"  Well...I guess dead is dead either way.  I'm sorry.  I guess...maybe I should be glad that something of you lives on in this new world of theirs.  Or should I say "something of her lives on in this new world of yours?"  Please understand, I don't hate you.  Ponies, I mean.  I just think you're making a horrible, tragic mistake.  What you're doing is just as bad as if we had won, and gone over and started paving Equestria with suburbs and strip malls and turned Canterlot Castle into Disneyland Equestria.  Erasing diversity instead of embracing it.  We could have had a shared culture--shared cultures, because here on Earth there were lots of them.  I know that we weren't doing the best job of running our world, and maybe your Celestia really can run things better than our corporations and Potemkin democracies did.  But she could have left us our humanity--created a world where we could all benefit from our differences instead of

 

Sorry, I gotta go.  Something's going on out there.  There's an honest-to-gorrammit battleship.  I thought the war was over?

 

OOC: For the sake of clarity: what's written in Georgia font is entries in a journal Clary is writing for History.  The posts for "Liveblogging Collapse" written in Arial are blog posts on whatever's left of the internet, so other characters can, in principle, (that is, if desired by their players) read and respond to them.

Edited August 14, 2013 by Roko's Basilisk

[Fireblaze 16]

(I think the host of this rp didn't put one and well she just want anyone to join. I am not complaining about that too)

Entry # 146

It been two days since I was place on checking on the post, since Detroit was the city to fail to the ponies, I wouldn't abandon my city but since no one was answering me I was looking for post? but I didn't get answer as Main Six still looking for me and I have to be careful. Charles saying.

End of Entry.

Charles listing to stations across SouthEast Michigan since this was his station, as he getting for anyone alive there and was looking for any answers. "Novi post you there Hello?" Then he didn't get any answers. "Northville Post hello?" No answer there. "Ann Arbor Post?" No answer there too and he shaking his head and thinking. *Ok they trying to lure me out there and know what I will do that. I won't go down with out a fight so let them catch me*

Entry #147

I am going out in a blaze of gory, If anyone or any human see this entry and then you will see me last time as a human being. Become one of them soon, I am not going to kill them or hurt them just to race them see if they can catch me and now time to do this.

End Entry.

Then Charles turn on the speaker phone, volume way up for any ponies, Main Six, Luna and Celestia to hear. "Hello Celestia, Luna, Twilight Sparkial, Rarity, Pinky Pie, Rainbow Dash, Futtershy and Applejack. My name is Agent Charles Roberts Ex-NSA Agent, Now I giving you a challenge to get me, I will be driving my Detroit Police Charger Curser on Lodge Freeway to I-75 Heading out of Michigan so Rainbow Dash and Luna I Dare you get me. I want to see if you two are the fastest Flyers in Equestria because I am calling you out even your friends to help. But I won't Attack you or hurt you if you capture me and I will go Willing So Take the challenge if YOU DARE!"

THen he getting his stunner gun, putting in his hosted, getting some food, drinks and then putting his suit on as he wearing his NSA Suit. Then he open the Trap door, as he jumps into it and then land on the ground in the Ford Underground Parking Lot. Then seeing his Dodge Charger Police Car as he getting in and then driving off out of the Underground Parking Lot. To Lodge Freeway as he heading to I-75 and towards Toledo about 183 MPH.

[Timeless Toaster 6]

The forward turrets turned towards the dock. In rapid succession, they opened fire, sending their sixteen inch projectiles screaming across the sky, slamming into the ground, sending the Unicorns flying in different directions, along with their body parts.

 

At the end of the dock stood a somewhat large teen, around seventeen, with black, blocky glasses, with brown hair and eyes. He was holding a M16A1 assault rifle, signalling to the other human to hurry.

 

"Let's go! The ship will run out of ammo soon, and the pegasus are coming!" He yelled firing a triple-burst warning shot into the air at the approaching pagasai. He pointed to a small boat as it bobbed in the water.

 

"In the boat, hurry!"  He yelled hopping down into it.

Edited August 16, 2013 by Timeless Toaster

[Fireblaze 16]

Entry 147

I stop at a Abondon TA Stop on N. Dixi Highway in Monore as I was getting Gas for my car since it still there, then looking around for any ponies try to get the jump on me and then finishes felling my car. As I got in, put my seat belt on and then drove off back on I-75 To Toledo while I keep driving.. Hope to find some Humans that alive.

End of Entry .

Entry 148

AS I enter into Toledo, Ohio I decide head on I-280 To Cleveland and see if anyone alive there also getting little sleepy. As I get off of I-280 heading into Downtown Cleveland as I stop at a Motel Six, as I park then enter since no one was here and then open the door as I close and lock the door. Then lay on the bed for some shut eye so I can get up at night and head to NY that my next Stop.

End Entry.

[Concord Discord 35]

@@Timeless Toaster

 

I jumped straight into the boat, but not before shooting a bullet into a unicorn's eye. But as I hit the boat, there was a flash of blinding white light, and I suddenly felt all my energy drain away from me. When I looked up to the docks, what I saw terrified me.

[Timeless Toaster 6]

I gasped in surprise at the flash of light on the dock.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" I yelled, aiming my rifle.

My other hand, meanwhile, was trying to get the damned boat to start going. The engine sputtered and stalled. Meanwhile, the battleship continued to rain hellfire down on the land, digging deeper and deeper with the massive impact craters.

[GrauWitz 1,010]

My version of this story starts with a World War 2 army experiment gone wrong, enjoy

 

Name; Dr. Ludwig Maxis

Date; July 1st 1941

 

*static*

'Testing, is this recorder working? Good. Entry 111357. Our forces have succesfully invaded Russia, but their army is greater than ours, so we need something to gain the upper hand. And we have, Our Science group have invented some sort of teleportation technology that is capable of teleporting entire battalions into outer space, where they will most definetly die. Even The Führer agrees it is foolproof. We have a stripped-down version in a test chamber, where our test subject, Mr. Fegelein, is now going to walk into, so we can test if this technology works. He has now stepped in, EDWARD! Activate the teleporter!' *electronic sounds in backround* 'He's gone, now we have to try bringing him back!' *more electronic sounds* 'Excellent! He's... wait a minute, WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE THINGS?! They look like horses in cartoon form! Guards! Seize them! Edward! Put them in stasis, we must research these creatures.'

*static*

 

Name; Dr. Ludwig Maxis

Date; January 21st 1942

 

*static*

'Entry 215486. These creatures that came out of the teleporter chamber have answered our questions, they are called "Ponies" and that they come from the land of "Equestria", and that they are under the command of "Princess Celestia". Load of bollox if ya ask me. More ponies are now coming out of the test chamber, we had to put a soldier with an SMG at the door to kill them all. Edward! Send this message to The Reichstag via Morse Code, the Führer must be informed that we can't use the teleportation device against The Red Army!'

*static*

 

Date; November 23th 1943;

*static*

Maxis; My Führer, these "ponies" have now escaped from the facility and are now spreading their plague all over Germany!

 

Hitler; MAXIS, I TOLD YOU I WILL NOT TOLERATE FAILED EXPERIMENTS FROM YOU!!!

 

Maxis; My Führer, what are y-

*gunshot rings out*

Hitler; Thats what you get for failing me... Göring! Sent out your bombers and bomb down these pony creatures, we must save The Fatherland from this threat.

*static*

 

Name; Dr. Edward Richtofen

Date; September 17th 1945

 

*static*

'Entry 741021!!! The War is lost. The Red army have conquered most of Europe, but they are the least of our worries, the Ponies have now spread their plague throughout The Fatherland and is now spreading to Austria and France. They are invincible, and the humans that turn into ponies become invincible aswell. Who knows how long the entire human race has left?' *knocking on wall in backround* 'What the fuck was that?! Oh god, the ponies have found us! RUN, RUN FOR YOUR-' *static*

 

Name; Sir Winston Churchill

Date; May 2nd 1960

 

*static*

'The Entire human race has now been Ponified, the war is lost. What first started as a failed experiment has led to a global catastrophe worst than the Nazi Regime. The Nazis have let them teleport from Equestria and now, to this day, they are still pouring onto our planet from Equestria. My goal is to travel there through that Nazi teleporter and propose peace with Princess Celestia. But for now, I remain in London, in an abandoned subway station, where they'll never find me. As the Prime Minister of Britain, I vow to never let these beasts get the better of me. Sir Winston Churchill here, signing off, forever.'

*static*

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

Friendship and Ponies: The Twilight of the Human Species

 

Entry #52

 

The War might not be as over as I thought.  I encountered a battleship today.  The U.S.S. New Jersey.  I'd caught the tail end of a really rough North Atlantic storm on my way to Europe.  Things finally cleared up off the coast of England.  As I went out to check the VE over for damage, and I started hearing these loud kabooms.  There, in the harbor at Land's End was a battleship, firing flak and tracers into the air, and also hitting the harbor with its forward guns.  I don't know a lot about military ships, but I can recognize an Aegis cruiser by the big box-like thing in the center of its deck, and a destroyer because it's big like a battleship but sleek in the water, with smaller guns, and modern ones have Tomahawk missile launchers.  This one's an actual, old-school battleship.  I could tell because it's got the ginormous multi-cannon turrets dominating its deck.  If I remember right, those big guns can hurl shells the size of Volkswagons miles inland.  As I recall, Reagan used one of those ships--the Missouri or Illinois I think--to bomb Lebanon back in the '80's, the last time one was used in combat.  Modern ships don't use long-range guns and flak anymore because of precision-guided missiles.  Except, maybe pony magic made all that fancy high-tech stuff go haywire, so when things headed south, the Navy started getting the old World War II battlewagons out of mothballs.

 

It's not very often I feel overjoyed and terrified at the same time.  Overjoyed because, fellow human beings!  Terrified, because I had no idea what those particular human beings were like.  Also, my boat is the Vector Equilibrium.  She has been since before the ponies and always will be in my mind.  But, it doesn't say so on the label.  I don't know if ponies sail, but once they won the war I painted a new name on the bow and across the stern, in hopes of spoofing any pony sentries or scouts that spotted me: H.M.S. Merry Celestia.  Funny thing is, if you're a pony reading this, you probably don't even get it.  Anyway, when that battleship started opening up, I realized I had a major problem:  If one of their guys read that through binoculars, they might decide to make a hole in the water and pick through the Vector's wreckage later.  So, heart banging away in my chest, I hurried as fast as I could to raise an American flag up my mast.

 

Have you ever done something that you knew you'd regret, something you knew was really, really stupid, but did it anyway because it just felt like the right thing to do?  Like the only thing to do?  That was me, after I started using my spyglass to try and see what was going on.  That's right, no binocs for me, I use an honest-to-goodness telescoping brass spyglass.  I told you I was a Steampunk, didn't I?  Anyway, the battleship crew had sent a guy out on one of those motorized military rafts SEALS use, to retrieve a guy on shore.  That was what they were firing the cannons for, to suppress a force of unicorns while they extracted him.  Except, Mr. Murphy of Murphy's Law fame decided to show up.  I could see one of the guys tugging away at the lanyard to restart the motor, but no-go.  My wild and un-verified hypothesis is that pony magic works by jiggering with quantum mechanical probability functions somehow, so that the completely improbable can become probable when they want it to, and that this has the side effect of making electrons in electrical circuits and microchips quantum-tunnel in unexpected ways whenever it's being used close by.  Zap, hiss, a curl of smoke, and congratulations, whatever electronic gadget you were counting on doesn't work any more.  Like the ignition coil and spark plugs on the guy's motor.

 

So, even though I was almost certain it was gonna be the end of Clary Shae...there were two real, live human beings trapped on that dock, and I was the only one with a boat that didn't need any electricity to get them out.  So, with a good stiff wind being served up by the remains of that storm, I put my spyglass up and started turning the wheel to port, then reached for my radio handset... 

 

 

"U.S.S. New Jersey, this is the Vector Equilibrium false-flagging as the 'H.M.S. Merry Celestia.'  I'm a human vessel, repeat, a human vessel," Clary said into the handset.  "I see you've got a guy stuck at the dock.  The motor on his raft isn't working, but I think that if I can get close enough and toss him a line, I can tow the raft out far enough away from the unicorns and it'll start up again.  Or I can tow them back to you.  Can you give me cover fire and not demolish me?  Over."  As the Vector Equilibrium bounded through the chop on its way to the docks, Clary had to shield her eyes against a bright flash of light.  I hope that doesn't mean they're summoning a dragon or something, Clary thought worriedly.

 

 

OOC: I'm not quite sure what to make of Richtofen's post.  A parallel-universe Equestrian Paratime Empire conquering a world where Nazis say "bollox?"  

[Fireblaze 16]

Charles was waking up, then went to check the window and then he saw something outside. Now he realize it was the Main Six heading towards him, Applejack, Rarity and Pinky Pie were on Main St. While Princess Twilight, Rainbow Dash and Futtershy were in the air. Charles had to get ready as he was open the Door and then running towards the Pool but he was block by another ponie. This pony was different wearing a Blue Vest, Gold Main, Gold Eyes and a Fire Cute mark.

"It can't be?" Charles saying as he was shock seeing a blast from the past.

"Hello Charles do you remember me, the one pony that you created and have someone draw it for you?" Peagues saying.

"Now way it can't be? Fireblaze?" Charles saying

"Yes Charles it is I Fireblaze the same pony that you made and I am alive in Equestria." Fireblaze saying.

"What this can't be?" Charles saying

"It is and let wait for my friends and expelcy my love Rainbow Dash. Prince Twilight want to see you and you will enjoy being a Pony since you are a fan. I know you wouldn't hurt us and kill us too so we figure you be perfect for our ranks." Fireblaze saying

Charles was still shock seeing him as he was thinking and his mind was racing. *How how did Celestia did this?*

(Just getting the Main Six started and also I am confuse with that post. Ponies came form 1940s? That strange I thought we doing 2010-13 area)

[~Tian_Disharmony~ 48]

ENTERY #1 

I'm laughing, they say the end of the world is comeing? HA,they don't have a clue about that portal between... WHAT! there's anotherway into the Pony world. Anyways, I hope Amoria is OK whereever she is.  I hope she's at Camp, uh,great Starclan my favorite roommate is here... gonna write more later.

~Tian Disharmony

Tian put his journal away, then smirked at Robin Slizzier, who grinned at him, "They requested you at the.."

 

At her foster parents house, Amoria had her diarry open, she fixed he propeller beanie and grinned, she was excited for her next fieldtrip with her 6th grade class, she took  her pink pen (with Black ink ) and starting writing
  Date: (Don't know)

   Entery: #1

I'm excited at the same time scared,I don't think this will be as scary as my forth grade feildtrip. I hope Tian is fine, and I hope he won't worry.

-Amoria S.  Ballen

 

She sighed and look out the window, "DERPY?" She yelled and grinned, she ran down from the stairs and grinned at her foster family,who was wondering why she was running.

Edited November 16, 2013 by Battlescar Lulamoon