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The ride back to Ponyville was discomforting. Mostly due to every single one of us staying away from the Elements (save for Twilight) and simultaneously ready to lay down our lives for them. Damn these ponies and their moods, they drive me to drink!

...Let it be known I was downing a little whiskey at the time of this mutter.

"Son of a bitch!" I suddenly swore, startling every human, changeling and Twilight.

'What is it?' Apple asked, flying up to my face with a concerned look.

"I just remembered I had a tattoo on my back. It's gone now, due to the scar tissue." I said, putting my face in my hands.

'What's a tattoo?' She asked, now looking more curious than concerned.

"It's kinda like what the ponies call a cutie mark, but vastly different. They don't appear randomly, they cost money to get them, they can be whatever you want them to be, and they hurt like fuck when you get one." I explained.

'Why do they hurt?' Apple asked. Twilight asked the same, a bloody notebook and quill already levitating in front of her.

"Because we don't have magnets like you ponies do. We need a needle that goes very fast to deposite a small amount of ink, which can vary in color, to get tattoos. The needle sinks into the skin and deposites a drop of ink, and repeats hundreds of times. Depending on how big and colorful a tattoo is, getting one can range from five minutes to hours." I explained. Twilight growled a little at the magnets comment, but looked more horrified at the thought of fucking up your body willingly.

'How long did your tattoo take to get?' Apple asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Roughly three hours, since I decided to go with two full quotes from the Bible." I replied.

"I thought you were Atheist?" Gallan asked, looking confused.

"I am. I just respected the messages enough to where I actually quite like them. It wasn't uncommon to see me read parts from the Bible, and go to church to listen to some sermons." I explained. Gallan shrugged and started talking, hesitantly mind you, to Schmidt.

Two thirds of the trip in, I remembered a question that I've been needing to know for a while, just to clarify some things. It came to me while I was fiddling with the filter on Connor's mask. He stayed behind to help Doc with his patients.

"How the hell did you all die? Those who already answered don't need to." I asked, leaning back a little as Apple slept in my lap. I was mainly asking the WWII soldiers and Anonymous, as they were the only new people in here that I didn't get an answer to that question.

"What do you mean?" Schmidt asked.

"Take Blake for example; he drowned in the ocean because his armor was too heavy. I was obliterated by an explosion. Doc took MG42 fire to the everything besides the head and heart." I explained.

"Soviet sniper got me, in Stalingrad. Left a hole the size of a fist in my left lung. Bled to death in the snow. The ironic thing was that it was a nice day for once; just enough snow and warm enough to not freeze." Schmidt with the news.

"How long were you at Stalingrad?" I asked.

"A few weeks. Had about a third of the city under Nazi control." Schmidt replied. "Do you know what happened in the end?"

"Yea. Stalingrad never completely fell, and the Germans were pushed back to the Fatherland. After the war was over, Germany was split into halves, East and West Germany." I answered.

"Well, I didn't quite die at the same time Doc did. I managed to get past the landing on Normandy." Over to Gallan with the traffic. "Made it into France before I kicked the bucket; one of 'em SS fellers got me. MP40 rounds through the head, so I didn't feel a thing."

And here's Anonymous with the weather. "Nothing special since I was in Afghanistan, really." He shrugged. "Fucking asshats IED'd my convoy while we were driving, I got caught in the blast."

"Fair enough. Technically, I died by IED too, but it was helped by a few pounds of C-4." I said, closing my eyes to rest a bit.

"...I miss my Xbox." Anon said right before I dozed off.

"HERESY!" I suddenly shouted at him. "Kneel before the PC master race!" I could hear Blake and Duffy facepalming from where I was, all the way from the other side of the train car.

"Dear God, they're replicating the Internet manually." Blake groaned.

"Internet?" Schmidt asked, beating Twilight to the punch.

"It's a collective of all human shit in one 'place'. All of our knowledge, games, and pretty much anything else can be found, if one looks deep enough. The PC is the primary way to get on it, although several video game consoles have 'upped' themselves to provide internet services. The Xbox, and another game system called Play Station are pretty much at war, figuratively speaking, when I died, while the PC sat on the sidelines giggling like an idiot."

"Why?" Gallan asked, also beating Twilight.

"You can download anything on a PC, pretty much. Including an Xbox, if you have the right setup." I replied, grinning. "It pretty much rendered the console war moot when they were compared."

I was starting to think that we'd be able to get to Ponyville without trouble when the train screeched to a stop, and it turns out the rest of the rails were turned into ice.

'Fuck off, Q. We're doing something productive here.' I silently thought, before getting up and escorting the mares around us out. Halfway out of the train car, I pretty much started regretting borrowing Connor's mask, too. A fucking spider fell down as I looked up and latched over the right eye glass thing, causing me to swear and hit the ground in shock.

"Jesus Christ!" I yelped in a very manly way. Totally wasn't like a little girl, no sir!

"Need some help?" Blake asked, offering me his hand. I took it and stood up, before promptly falling on my ass again, but slid forward a few yards.

"Fucking Discord! Stop turning the roads into soap!" I yelled, trying to regain my balance.

"Ah don't see any problem with the road." AJ lied as she carefully trotted past me, earning a glare to the back of her stetson.

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but bloody bitch..." I muttered, finally getting to my feet only to be tripped by Fluttershy, landing facefirst. The one good thing that happened was the spider becoming airborne, and landing on Schmidt. And out of nowhere came a herd of long-ass-legged rabbits, trampling over Twilight in a completely hilarious fashion. (She happened to be on solid ground, fucking lucky.)

"Good boy Angel! Momma's so proud!" Flutterbitch praised as I grumbled onto my feet, with the aid of Gallan.

"I'm gonna have to wash all this soap out before I can wash the soap out..." I groaned, nodding in thanks.

And then the moon came up, even though it was 2 PM.

"Jesus Christ..." I muttered. While we couldn't see anything, AJ scored a strike with the ponies (along with Blake and Duffy), before coming to a stop next to Twilight.

"Ah meant to do that." She muttered, right as we got blinded by the sudden appearance of the sun.

'Discord just confirmed that Sunbutt doesn't move the sun. The moon is completely different.' I thought, blinking away the blindness to discover the rest of the road had become soap, and a certain dipshit went skating past.

"Open fire on Discord!" I yelled, drawing my MP5 and letting loose, being certain to not hit the ponies (or animals, Fluttershy would kill me later). Whoever had quick access to their guns did the same, forcing Discord to teleport away.

"What was that for?!" Twilight yelled, wobbling on the soap road.

"To let him know we're out for his blood." I growled, skating past her. We made it to the library (Thankfully the dirt came back after we hit the town. Literally, in Duffy's case.) without too much trouble. Except Rarity wouldn't leave her fucking boulder, leaving me to wonder how the hell she got it here in the first place.

Rarity starting blathering on about Spike going to take 'Tom' when she went inside.

"Well... Spike is Twilight's minion..." I muttered, before tapping her side with my M60, getting her to glare up at me.

"What is it?" She grumbled, keeping herself between me and the boulder.

"Just bloody levitate the damn thing, if you want it so badly. You have fucking magic, so use it!" I said, before nudging Twilight inside. Seconds later, the door became obsolete as Rarity disintegrated it with her boulder.

"Twilight, what's going on?! Why's everypony look so... grey?" A soaked Spike asked, moving his claws at the group of four mares that were grey as fuck now.

"It's happening faster and faster." I muttered, rubbing my lens clean of soap and everything else.

Author's Note: Last part is the next chapter! I promise this to ya'll!