Woo! Danny is back baby! Time to grab the world by its ballsack and jam my thumb up its prostate! Okay guys, here’s the chapter! I hope you like it! I worked pretty hard on it and I think very highly of it. I hope you will all enjoy this read!

War and hate. Two things that I never strayed from, no matter how much I told myself I wanted to. No matter what, these two factors were always the most consistent things in my life. Hell, they’re the only consistent things in my life, or at least, the life I know.

I can’t really say much about my life before the strike, because I don’t remember anything before that incident; no family, no friends, nopony to count on. It was just me, all alone in the wastes of hell. I wander the wastes, blade in tail, ready to do anything to survive. This is MY story.

Waking up from my brief sleep, I glance down at my hooves to remind myself that I’m still alive, a habit that I’ve developed over the course of three years. My hooves look the same as they always do, grey and dirty; stained with blood and grime from my endless journey across the barren hell that I reluctantly call home. I also instinctively try to flap my wings, then remember that I don’t have wings…anymore.

I remember the day well, being tortured and brutalized for close to three hours before being left to rot in the wastes of the Mild West. I lived, but my wings were cut off by my kidnappers. I even remember the tool they used; a hack saw. Now, where my wings should be, there are only two bumps where the bone juts out slightly. The bumps are not very noticeable, though I have been asked a few questions about them. I usually tell them that I got bad bruises from a fight and my back swelled up.

I look up from my hooves and scan the horizon with my ocean blue eyes. Everypony always says that’s what they are, but I am still skeptical about that; I have never seen water in such a deep shade of blue. Actually, I’ve never seen water in any shade of blue; usually water’s all dirty and brown.

I let my guard down after seeing nothing other than a few tumbleweeds. Deciding to start moving, I begin to pack all of my items into my saddle pockets. After chewing a few wads of ration hay, I set out on the road.

Traveling down an unsuspecting trail, I glace down at my hooves. One thing that I notice about the trail is the large amount of hoofprints printed into the ground. Most of them are very old, however, indicating that they are most likely from before the strike. I heard that before the Strike, ponies used to happy all the time. I can’t even imagine such an idea. The only time that I’m happy is when I’m killing mutants.

Mutants are the scum of Equestria. They are basically disfigured husks of ponies that got bucked up from radiation poisoning. They typically travel in packs, but there are some solo mutants. Mutants usually stand anywhere from a little bit taller than an average stallion, to nearly twice the size of a stallion.

I walk deeper and deeper into the forest. Deep in my thoughts, I almost don’t notice the rustling of a nearby bush. The buck do I have here? I glance over at the bush and double back, seeing mutant. This one is ugly; a sickly green covering his black coat in uneven splotches.

I unsheathe my sword and charge at the mutant, who responds with a furious growl. I can feel the ground shake as his guttural cry is let loose. Please be a solo mutant, please! I haven’t slept good in days! I continue thinking as I let loose my own guttural cry and continue with my swing. The blade chops right through the center of the pony like butter. One down, a million to go. I smile as I relish in the thrill of the kill. Staring down at the corpse, I put on a look of disgust as I stomp through the skull of the mutant with my rear hooves.

Putting my blade away, I continue down the path, blood dripping from my hooves after every step. Eventually, I come across a decrepit-looking old sign that is obviously very old. Looking at the sign, I can make out some words, though others have fade completely.

EV  RF  EE  FR  ST

I ponder the sign’s meaning for a few minutes, then give up and continue walking. I mean, it’s from before the Strike, how important can the information really be? Nothing that’s came from before the Strike really saved my ass before, so why would it start now?

Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by an ear-splitting screech. What the buck is that!?!  I search around, trying to locate the source of the noise. Out of nowhere, a creature appears from one of the trees. I have to say, what I am seeing is possibly the most revolting, disgusting creature ever to roar the wastes.

It reminds me a bit of a spider, but more…pony like. It has the head and basic body of a mare, but the similarities end there. The mouth is literally tearing open, fangs erupting from the corners of said mouth. I look further down the body, seeing that the spine is jutting out from the back in odd angles. I feel bad for this poor mare, nopony deserves this. And the legs; oh my god, the legs. The hooves are stretched and twisted to impossible lengths, not to mention that there are six instead of four. The hooves seem to end in an almost needle-like point. I would enjoy killing this monster, if only to release the soul of whoever is trapped inside there.

I unsheathe my sword and get into a fighting stance, spitting a bit of saliva on the ground next to me to show that I mean business. After a second, I charge and swing. Just as I swing, however, the spider-thing leaps out of the way, using its needle-legs to stick into the trees. Shit! I curse myself at my wide swing before getting back into a fighting position. I am going to bucking KILL YOU!!! I then begin to swing like crazy, missing every shot and getting more frustrated every time. Buck buck BUCK!!! While cursing myself out, I feel a piercing pain suddenly erupt from my midsection. Quickly, I realize that I have been stabbed by the monster, one of its appendages sticking out of my body.

The needle-leg retracts and reveals a gaping hole. I cannot see the area well, but I can see that I am losing a large amount of blood. Oh shit oh SHIT! In my pain, however, I come up with an idea. My idea comes from the fact that all of my swings are just a little bit short. Pulling out my blanket, I aim to remedy this idea.

I twist the blanket until it is a tightly-wound knot, then I continue to tie one end of the rope-blanket around the hilt of my blade and the other around my right front hoof. I grin at my achievement and decide to test it, feeling my blood levels lowering already. Time to die. I jump out at the beast, screaming as I swing my blade. The extra length of the swing gives me an advantage over it this time. I hear the satisfying sound of flesh being cut, and then a dull thud. I look up to see that the beast has fallen, now in two pieces. Heh, got it.

My celebration is short lived, as I feel my blood begin to flow out of my body at an alarming rate. I know that its too late, I just know it. I sigh and lie on my back, wanting to die peacefully. Well, at least I took it down with me, right? I continue to think about how my death is justifiable, but I am cut off by a voice.

“Are you oka…” The voice seems to be fading away, as is the rest of the world, “Oh my g…Ponyville…take you home…get first aid…”

I eventually can no longer even hear the voice, as the world begins to fade away. Before the world fades away completely, I see a flash of rainbow. Huh, there are no rainbows in the wasteland, only death. The buck is that? I continue to think as I slip into death’s cold grip. Before I can think of much more, I fall into darkness, not feeling anything at all.

Yes, I like this ending much better than the original, and I hope you did too!

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