He walks along the cobblestone road, looking around as he goes. All he can see is grass and boulders, with very few trees in his field of vision. So he looks forward again as he walks. Still no village anywhere in sight. He then decides to stop walking and run to a nearby boulder, where another person just so happens to be resting.

The person notices him approaching and grins. "I'm gonna play you a song."

He shifts uncomfortably at that. "Please don't Pete," he responds quickly.

Already, Pete was reaching for his dog whistle. "Come on, Czar. You know you want it." He then winks.

Czar shakes his head. "Don't do it, Pete."

He brings the whistle closer to his mouth.

Czar then points a finger at Pete. "If you do it, I swear I'll take your mod package away," he replies with a glare.

He pauses before it reaches his mouth. He can't help but laugh at that. "You sure about that?"

"Hey!" a voice calls out from the road. Czar and Pete look in the direction of the voice. "Hey, guys!"

Czar raises an eyebrow. "Hey... you. What's up?"

The guy just smiles. "Hey, guys! Guys, know what I think of you?"

"Whoa, you might want to choose your words carefully," he replies.

Pete then stands up, mod sword in hand. "What do you think of us?"

He notices the sword, then laughs at that. "You think that sword's gonna bring me down? You'll have to try harder than that, you fucking ni-"

Immediately, Pete lunges forward, sword outstretched, impaling the guy. As the sword hits, he disintegrates. Pete can only stand there smiling. "You had it coming."

Another passerby notices the scene and walks up to Pete. "Lemme guess... another TriHard Legion member?"

He looks up at the guy. "Something like that, yeah." He then walks back over to the boulder, the new guy following close behind.

Czar then looks over and notices. "Hey, Cappy."

The guy waves lightly. "Hey, Czar. Got any GP?"

Pete looks at him in pity. "Sorry. Just spent all mine." He then looks at Czar. "Got any GP?"

Czar just shakes his head in disapproval. "I'm not giving you guys GP just so you can go and blow it all on roulette."

Cappy just shrugs at that. "Fine with me. I'll just stick with my slow income."

Pete then pulls out his dog whistle again and puts it close to his mouth. He gets ready to blow.

"Don't you fucking dare," Czar responds, still glaring at Pete. "You remember what I said befo-"

A shrill noise fills the area as Pete puts his mouth on the dog whistle and blows. Cappy stands there, looking at Pete in disapproval. Czar, however, brings out his grappling hook and pulls the trigger, grapple extending towards Pete.

He quickly drops the whistle and tries to run off... but it was already too late. The grapple latches onto the pack on Pete's back, yanking it off and swiftly retracting back to Czar. "See? This is what happens. This is what happens when you threaten me with dog whistles."

Pete just laughs at that. "That's fine. I'll just threaten you with more dog whistles." He then runs off.

Czar just sighs at that, then looks at Cappy. "So, what have you been up to?"

He just shrugs. "The usual. Watching ponies, making fanfics, chilling... hey, wanna watch someth-"

"Cappy..." Czar puts his fingers on his temples and starts to rub. "Keep the pony shit to yourself, okay?"

He nods at that. "Alrighty."