The War Part 1

by lambaline

War. War never changes. Since the dawn of humankind, when our ancestors discovered the killing power of rock and stone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything from God to justice to simple psychotic outrage. In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain its self no longer. The world destroyed itself and left a story. This

-****Note this story is just for entertainment, and is not to hurt the feelings of any people, like bronies, so enjoy!*****-

It was a long and stormy night. I was polishing my diamond pickaxe, when it all fell apart. Before I proceed any more, I must head into the past.

There was mistrust between the normal people, and the newly created "bronies." They are a new breed of human, so obsessed with my little pony that hey decided it would be a great idea to infuse their own DNA with that of a horse's DNA. They could not do this directly to themselves, so they did the next best thing, do it to their children. Now we have horrible horse-human hybrids walking around with legs of a horse, body of a human, and head of a horse. Horrible. They couldn't stand the thought that we wouldn't do that to our offspring, so they decided to split each continent in half, bronies, and humans. We humans have been hearing reports of the bronies building missiles. Horrible missiles. Worse than the Atom Bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima, and Nagasaki during WWII. Even more powerful than a hydrogen bomb. This was... the bronie bomb. It was a mixture of chemicals, DNA, enzymes, and a lot of other stuff. It's main goal, hit critical cities in the human side and turn them all into horse-human hybrids. The humans have been working on making twenty new atom bombs and a brand new targeting system. It involves firing the warheads from the ground, them heading into space, and dropping on the enemy. Tensions have been rising for years, twenty to be exact.

There have been battles alongside the borders. Not major battles, but skirmishes. They're small but there's alot of them. In an average week we expect to see twenty+ skirmishes. Last week the bronies have tested their new bomb in the sahara desert. No word if it was successful or not. We also had to test our nuclear warheads, so we aimed it at the sahara, right where the bronies deployed their first bomb. It was much more powerful than the bronie's bomb was. All the sand was blasted away in a fifteen mile crater around the blast site. Radio active bits of sandstone were found in the mushroom cloud. Everything was killed, either by radiation poison, or had their skin sand-blasted away. I decided it would be in my best interest to go to the northern part of Canada, where nobody lives. Or so I thought...