The world of Pony Fortress 2 is an interesting place. It has many ponies in it who fight to the death for fun, as well as many ponies who are ungodly obsessed with hats. Not to mention the many romances between ponies to help fill that empty void in their life. However not every pony had a loved one to fill the void that was half made of blood. Mute was one such pony.
Mute is just one of many ponies who traverse the 6 worlds. She kills ponies with her many weapons and enjoyed doing it. However there was gaping void in her lovelife. More or less she couldn't catch a date. They all either rejected her or were already in love. Mute just had no luck.
It was the evening after cp_dustbowl but before Mute needed to go to ctf_doublecross. She was drinking her sorrows away. Oddly enough the drink wasn't even aclcoholic yet Mute was somehow drunk. In a drunken fit Mute said "Oh god why does my life suck...NOTHING IS HAPPENING! Day in and day out its the same damn thing! And I have nothing except this box of shortstops..." Mute looked into the crate that held her shortstop collection. Unlike most other Scout ponies Mute actually liked the shortstop more than the scattergun. Others considered her insane for liking it more, yet she didn't care.
Suddenly Mute an idea. An awful idea. A terrible, horrible, suggestive, mind-bleaching idea. "Hey shortstop...wanna go out with me?" All the shortstops preceded to scrap themselves. Mute was left with 1 Ref. Mute then preceded to cry her eyes out. Looking back into the box Mute was just one shortstop left, it was her Strange Shortstop. She was suprised why she didn't try this before! It was her all-time favorite weapon! It even had over 1700 kills on it. "Strange Shortstop...would you like to go out with me?" The shortstop didn't immediately explode. Mute took this as a yes.
Mute ran out her door and began running to doublecross. On the way Mute tripped over some random object. "Ugh, what the hay?" Looking down Mute saw what it was. It was the world's only Vintage Shortstop. Mute immediately threw away the strange and took the vintage with her.
Mute preceded to slaughter the enemy team. That night unspeakable things even worse than what happened to Legendary occurred. The next day Mute was proposed to by the shortstop. Mute accepted and on the weddings day eve she was assasinated by her old strange shortstop. The vintage was then sold and given to the unused PF weapon charity. Saving the warehouse full of Razorbacks from being scrapped by RQA.
THE END