Author's Notes:

The events that take place in this chapter are no longer canon to The Other Side of the Spectrum. It's an act as a mere deleted scene of such of the old HLF chapter.

The HLF

Founder: Reverend James Thomas (No longer affiliated with group)

Group Creation Date: March 16, 2019

Current status: Fractured (Assault of 'Humans Only' Shanty city Defiance on August 27, 2022, led by Colonel Marcus Renee and 200 troops composed of US Marines/Army/PHL personnel, scattered chain of command)

While first contact happened on February 6, 2018, the HLF did not form until a full year later, when the 'New Foals' and the PER had already established itself.

The founder, one Reverend James Thomas, had initially created the group to form an awareness of the New Foals and their extreme changes from their original personalities. It wasn't even called the HLF at the time, but was called the HTF, the Harriet Thomas Foundation, in response for his formerly cancer-ridden daughter’s extreme change of behavior and hoped to use the organization as a tool for helping others to be aware of the changes made by the ponification and help them through it.

When it became more apparent that this was not just minor isolated incident that happen on occasion, Reverend Thomas reached out to others in an attempt to let various government officials know of their concern.

Name: Andrew Silas
Nationality: United Kingdom
Crime: Tagging Her Majesty's Buckingham Palace (Serving a year probation, but was released at the start of the war)
Status: No longer affiliated with the HLF

"What did I think at the time? I thought I was doing something that would finally get someone's attention. My friend, Henry, he was crippled by his own dad when he had one too many drinks at the local pub and came blazing home. That man didn't even slow down when he ran the light, ran into his own son, called out 'bloody wanker' as he passed and kept on driving, too bloody wasted to know what had happened. Now along comes this cure all potion and Henry, who loved a good game of football, wanted to play again."

"So he signs up, fills out the form and away he goes. He comes back a week later, a dark orange unicorn pony. So what’s first thing I ask? 'Hey now, Henry. Now that you’re back on your feet, or hooves in this case, lets go try out for a quick game?' The look he gave me... it was like he had no idea what I was talking about."

"Then it got worse as time goes on. I know what newfoals are like, we all do, but this was before the war. We expected them to just be our friends and family with hooves and fur, we expected… I don’t know what. The simplest way I can put it is that we expected it to be them. That they’d be something like the people we knew. Henry, though-you’ve heard this description a million times, but it just wasn’t him in there. Every week, he just got more distant, hanging with a bunch of other newfoals I’d never seen. A month later, it was like he never knew me, and when we did talk, the subject always turned to ponification and how great it felt. I’ve known transwomen and transmen before, and sometimes they ended up regretting it-a sad truth, that is-and sometimes the novelty wore off after a month and they just started adjusting, but Henry just glowed as if it was the day after he’d been ponified, and never stopped. Plus, those people never proselytized about it... It was damned unnerving. So one day, wondering about what’d happened to my friend, I saw this help group starting up by an American, and I figured why not. Thing is, once you began to realize how many people were joining up because of their friends and loved ones became completely different people after getting transformed, it terrified you to the core that no one was doing anything about it."

"So yeah... I jumped the wall and tagged the building, could you imagine my surprise that it was Her Majesty herself who caught me when she decided to go for a walk and was looking at me the entire time through the window... Bless her soul, I hope she is in a better place."

The Change to the HLF

Reverend Thomas reached out for various organizations to help spread the word of the disturbing trend in the New Foals. However, he turned to more radical and extreme groups, mostly evangelicals with questionable pasts or groups with known criminal backgrounds, or those with questionable medical backgrounds.

Still, he moved on, and finally managed to secure a meeting with a State Governor to air his concerns about the New Foals and how many families had questioned the use of potions.

Sadly for Reverend Thomas, his meeting resulted with nothing to show for it. The FDA reported nothing was wrong with New Foals and there was no need for concern themselves with the potion use.

He received this news the day the newly revealed Conversion Bureau was announced to the public. When the next meeting for the HTF was held, Reverend Thomas found himself alienated and was cast away from his very own group he founded not several months earlier for his daughter.

It was this day the HTF died, and the HLF was born from the ashes.

And soon came to follow, the heinous crimes in the name of Humanity.

Name: Viktor Kraber
Nationality: German
Crimes: Murder, mass murder, conspiracy to commit murder, illegal possession of firearms, assault, impersonating a police officer, illegally crossing borders between countries, impersonating a child protective services officer, torture, smuggling firearms, practicing medicine without a license, arson, forgery, vandalism, kidnapping, robbery, theft of military property...
(Captured and arrested during one of the various target sites linked directly to Defiance, immediately surrendered himself and was given an option to join the Task Force under the command of Colonel Renee)
Status: In service with the Bundeswehr

"I guess you could all say it started in South Africa. Or possibly New York. I’d planned to move to South Africa after med school, live with my cousins, provide my service as a doctor, eat the food, and just turn into the scenery and do whatever I wanted when I was off duty."

"You can see my records in med school. I was not the best student. I drank, I hotwired cars, I was what… I was what a friend of mine calls wake and bake, yet still, somehow, I passed each class. There was only so long before it could all catch up with me-which is where Peter and Anka came in. Kate and I were just fokking shocked, I tell you-trying to raise children while you’re attending a university in a country you’re not native to, trying not to piss off your girlfriend’s parents… I believe it was all comeuppance for what I’d done in medical school. Still, it all worked out, and me and Kate managed to pay for them. I found work as a doctor back in Germany, Kate took an accounting job. It was a long time before I could afford to visit cousin Richard and cousin Helen back in Joburg, but we managed."

"Then one day in 2019, not too long after the barrier dropped, my parents surprised me. Plane tickets to South Africa! It was like a dream. I’d spent so much time there as a kid, and I had a virtual death grip on most of the slang because the place was just so wonderful. I couldn’t wait to see all my connections down there. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought to do it yet!"

"Kate, Peter, and Anka couldn’t understand why it was so exciting to me-hell, Peter thought it was all a big cliched desert or a death trap full of men with Kalashnikovs and spears. But no-there’s so much more to the place. There’s jungle, there’s opportunities to ski, there’s veld, I just… I love the place. Plus, they make excellent guns-a recent friend of mine claims that his Neostead shotgun is a favorite of his."

"So when we get to South Africa, heading from the hotel to my cousin’s pozzy, I don’t find Richard Pretorius. No, there’s a red earth pony cleaning the dishes, whistling a jaunty tune. I was surprised as fok when it turned out it was him-I couldn’t believe he’d gone through with it! Still, he seemed like he was Richard, and he just… the kids fell in love. They thought he was the best uncle a child could have. They petted his fur, he gave them rides..."

"They didn’t just fall in love with him though. They fell in love with… with Equestria. I… I’m sorry. I need a fokking moment. They bought cheap merchandise, they watched everything on the news-they even wanted to be ponies too, but I told em what I did this transman I knew back in college. Changing your body like that is a life-making decision, don’t do it on a whim, I said. But still they persisted! Kate even made Anka a horse costume out of a unitard, and she… she just pranced all over the house, and… I need another moment. Or to drink another dop. You got any bourbon?"

"Now-as a doctor, I came into a lot of money. Enough that, through certain channels and the newfoal community in town-I didn’t like them, but they knew me through my daughter, so the mank genaaide bergboks were civil enough-I managed to get Pinkie Pie to throw a party for them, in person no less. She said she’d even bring a clown too, and that she’d make it a party they’d remember for the rest of their lives. And I feel physically FOKKING SICK to admit this, but she… she sounded nice. Trustworthy. I’d immediately thought of an adult who dressed like a child when I first heard her voice. Ah… I’m gonna need more bourbon."

"I was going to be there, but I had to treat a man who’d been hit in a car crash. There were certain complications, so I couldn’t come for awhile. So, when he was done, I packed up some presents-hell, I’d even thought of getting a costume so I could match them, they’d half-converted me to ponification-and sped home. It wasn’t a long drive, but then…"

"Then I saw my house. No one in there. No music-she’d promised spontaneous music too. I walked in, wary-I didn’t have a gun with me. If I had one, it would have been out right then and there-and it was all too quiet. Dammit, is there any more bourbon?"

"Except for someone laughing. It wasn’t any of the kids, or Kate, or Pinkie-I’d never heard this person in my life. I reached for my scalpel, walked into the dining room, and found that fokking clown Pinkie had hired, and some purple goop all over the room. I didn’t touch it-it just… it felt wrong. I didn’t know if he was human or pony to begin with-their rampant xenophobia suggests that Pinkie would have taken him from Equestria, but the clown’s madness suggests he was a newfoal. "

"He was the one laughing, of course. 'TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!' I yelled, holding the scalpel to his eye."

"He never stopped laughing, even as his laughing pissed me off so much that I drove it into one of his eyes. I stared down, blood on my hands as I thought of what must have happened to the children, why their clothes were all gone…"

"They’d all been ponified."

"I tied that fokking clown up to a chair, even as his laughter turned into screams, and I worked over him for hours with a smile on my face. I drove knives into him, I injected him with chemicals I found lying around the house, I used everything in my grandfather’s medical bag, I broke his legs and cut him open and eviscerated him till there was barely anything left to hurt. I remember that there was blood all over the room, seeping into the carpet, on the ceiling… it was seeping into my shoes."

"I don’t even remember what I wanted to know. Their location? The cure? Where Pinkie was? Why they did this? I just wanted to hear someone scream for what had happened to my wife and the children I’d struggled to protect all my life. "

"I had murder on my mind. I took a double-barreled 10-gauge shotgun from the attic and walked out into town. I had it sawed-off, hidden in a bag, so I had to go somewhere without metal detectors. I searched all over the city for someone that might know, one hand on the shotgun all the time."

"That’s how I found the HLF-or Menschabwehrfraktion, as they’re known back in Germany. They wanted another soldier to save earth from the pony menace-personally, I thought they were conspiracy-nut chops. They weren’t expecting me to like it, but-"

"I jumped at the chance. I was on board for it before the woman in charge finished speaking. The training was unbearably painful, but all worth it in the name of what I’d accomplish. Every day, I woke up and killed. We traveled all over Europe, looking for more newfoals to kill. I can remember watching Bureaus explode with childlike glee, as me and my mates-no, they’re not my mates now, they’d fokking shoot me on sight if they met me-turned it into a competition to see who could create the biggest boom without harming any humans in the way. I turned my MG2019-the stolen one that has those F3-Thunderlord parts-on a street full of advancing newfoals once, and killed them all. The police called us terrorists. They spoke of us as if we were the scum of the earth."

"Far as I was concerned, that didn’t matter. Why should it? I could just keep killing and KILLING THE BLIKSEMS TILL THERE WAS NO ONE LEFT!"

"Kraber, keep your shit together before I go in there and make you."

"Fine, 'Commander,' only stating the truth after all. "

"Just get on with it, Kraber, you’re making Ms. Finish nervous enough as it is. And stop drinking all that bourbon, it’s only a matter of time till you’re incoherent!"

"Like anyone could tell the difference! Now, in the future, if we win, people are going to want a hero. I am not that hero. When there’s a movie of this whole ordeal, I’ll be portrayed nothing like I really am. The movie’s going to show me having doubts way earlier than I actually did. It’s going to turn me into a fokking overwrought tragic anti-hero. And I’m not."

"I am fokking not. Tragic, maybe, but not any sort of hero."

"What I did between my children getting ponified and joining the Bundeswehr would take too long to explain, and I’m sure that neither of us want to dwell on it too long. It will all be in the book that Aegis and I plan to write."

"I can’t believe I told this whole fokking story without mentioning Aegis! Long story short - he’s how I got in the Bundeswehr. There was a raid on our compound, I was trapped under a piece of rubble… and he saved my life. Threw it like it was nothing and carried me out on his back-he even had to knock me out so I didn’t kill him."

"Now that, that could be a whole other fokking story on its own. But trust me-without Aegis, there’d be a lot of other people and ponies dead with me. It’s him that keeps me sane. And I’m glad he set me back on the path to killing the right things, if only because the HLF is a punchline now. Nobody respects them, nobody should respect them, and they’re like…. like some storm that just hurts everyone when it hits a settlement. And they’re to us what your average Kalashnikov-wielding guy out in some desert was to soldiers back during the war on terror.”

"With all this in mind, anyone watching this that thinks ponies and humans can’t coexist? They had a saying back in South Africa. Gaan klim terug in jou ma se poes."

Human and only just

The HLF, now reborn from the HTF and no longer had a peaceful leader at the reigns, saw fit to do what they saw was necessary.

Even with the news reporting a low turnout for the Conversion Bureau, the HLF had a target in mind, the PER.

All across the world, sparks of battles between the groups began to increase. Government officials denounced both as terrorist groups and locked down and targeted both groups with equal vigor.

This went on for a month before the portal began to expand, this caused the HLF to target more openly on any ponies, whether they were New Foal or Native.

Finally, came the day Queen Celestia made her broadcast and attacked every known leader across the world. The HLF went on the assault as well, attacking and killing hundreds of ponies, calling it justice and revenge.

The truth on the matter is while they killed a score of New Foals, they also killed innocents in equal amounts. Humans caught in the cross fires, captured and being held for potioning, or simply in the wrong place at the wrong time; they justified it as they were a lost cause, even when the captured humans were in no danger of being changed or it was to 'better to be safe than sorry'. That is not to count the possible dozens of innocent ponies that had no desire for the war and were just as stunned as the rest of humanity.

Name: Michael Costello
Nationality: Irish.
Crimes: arrested for being a part of the riot and assault on a Garda Siochana officer when the first Conversion Bureau Center was opened in Dublin City in Ireland followed by a prison escape; linked to dozens of kidnapping, murder, rape of various human sympathizing ponies and humans; inhumane treatments to both human and pony prisoners; and was a leading figure of the HLF members involved in the massacre and desecration of hundreds of ponies and humans in a refugee camp in Northern Ireland.
Status: Incarcerated in Guantanamo Bay

When asked about his past, the young man said he had committed no previous crimes, he said anyway. Though truthfully he had a dislike for anyone that wasn’t Irish and was often involved in fights with foreign people visiting Ireland, especially people from England. When the ponies came to Earth and Celestia revealed her plans for humanity, most of his hate went away for other non-Irish people and he became consumed with hate for the ponies, thinking of them as little more than animals.

"May I ask why?"

"Why I killed all those ponies and humans? Because the ponies are all fucking scumbags and those humans are horse fucking traitors!"

"Do you not feel bad about yourself?"

"Of course I’d feel bad what I've done to my fellow man. As for the Ponies however, I don’t give two fucking shits about them! They aren't human. So why should I feel bad about killing them?"

"What do you hope to achieve?"

"I hope we smash down the barrier, so we can kill every single last one of those fucking horses. Those bastards took my family and my homeland from me! So I will fucking avenge my country!"

“A noble goal, avenging your country. Just one question, though. How do you think that the barrier can be stopped?”

“I have no idea, but we can find a way! I know we will. Human ingenuity will solve these problems and we will steamroll them, I know it!”

“What about the work that the PHL/UN Taskforce is doing? I’ve heard of-”

“Don’t talk to me about them! Marcus Renee is a horsefucking traitor to his race!“

"Nice to know how you feel about me."

"What? You fucking cunt! Let me out of here!"

"Believe me, when the time comes, I would rather let you be potioned, it might better to kill you off that way... by becoming something you hate. And then we will kill you or just let you live. Doesn’t matter to me. Goodbye, Mr Costello, your interview is over."

"Get back here! Fight me! You fucking coward!"

A path not for everyone

Not every initial member of the HLF stayed for the ride. Like most concerned loved ones, they only joined believing it was a help group. Once the change occurred between leaderships, many left on that same day, understanding that the group was going somewhere they couldn’t follow. Others joined out of fear and paranoia for their safety; seeking help, refuge and ways to defend themselves against the PER, newfoals and Equestrian forces.

While there was a rising tide of memberships, there was an equal amount of people leaving as the crimes linked to the group were reported.

Even with their proclamation of their intent to help mankind kind in its darkest hours, they did very little to prove this, and have done progressively less ever since.

By the end of their first year, the group had listings of known criminal elements from every corner of the globe, supplies of weapons being shared with all members.

The crimes began to skyrocket, with postings of various videos depicting crimes showing the utterly depraved nature of the group, cementing their image for all.

And still the war went on, despite their 'efforts' to stem the tides of Queen Celestia, the 'Solar Tyrant', and her herd of New Foals.

As the war effort began to grow, the reports of a new group entering the war made the HLF turn their sights on what they deemed 'an affront to mankind.'

The PHL.

Names: Richard Stanley, Gail Harmon-Stanley, and Charles Stanley
Nationality: American
Crimes: None
Status: Stationed at Fort Hood, various jobs in helping with the war effort

When I first heard about the Harriet Thomas story, I guess that raised some red flags for us, especially for my wife Gail. She always liked to keep up on the news, and she always wondered in fact if the ponies could just make a “cure-everything potion” that didn’t change the drinker’s body. She was a skeptical sort; I guess that’s what saved us. My oldest son, Porter, was stationed in South Korea a while before the Equestrians came, and he even found a very nice lady there. Her name was Eun-Hee Lee, and she was a reporter for the KBS (Korean Broadcasting System) news, and they even had plans to visit us. Gail, our younger son Charles and I couldn’t wait to meet her, especially Gail. She couldn’t stop harping about wanting grandkids already.

Back on subject…

Eun-Hee was one of those reporters at that conference in Berne, when the barrier was starting to expand. I still remember how she and those other reporters got forcibly ponified on camera, their faces and screams. I still wonder just how and why Celestia thought that was a bright idea. One hour later, Porter called us on Skype and I had never seen him look so angry. But more than that, he was just heartbroken. He wanted to make Celestia pay. I told him not to let himself get carried away, and thankfully he took my advice to heart, since I do see he’s still alive.

Anyway, when war was declared, and the Equestrians were trying to ponify every country’s leading politicians, we were all running on high paranoia. Not only that, but there was also the PER. The local Conversion Bureau was raided and most of their potion stocks disappeared. News reports everywhere talked about PER upshoots and newfoal groups ponifying entire families. We were all scared to go outside unless we had a hazmat suit and a gun. Many of our neighbors ended up installing security locks and systems into their homes, and some of us slept with the lights on. I mean, my family and I lived in a pretty small town, the type where most of the locals know each other, trust one another. That had to be a sure fire sign of how scared we all were, and the HLF offered us help and safety.

The HLF leader that got us into the offshoot in Ohio was actually an old acquaintance of mine. In fact, most HLF members were former military, so we felt right at home. He and many other people in our area got together, helping to supply locals with weapons to defend themselves, teaching them how to shoot, do some night guarding to look for any PER or newfoals that could be wandering around, guard any supplies like food and medicine, look over large gatherings of people, all that good stuff.

But then it went from a well-meaning group aiming to help humanity to a downright insane group of fanatics that, quite frankly aren’t really helping our case with the Queen.

I don’t know how it began, but first, there were the public killings of people suspected to be in cahoots with the PER. There was no evidence to support that accusation, but vigilantes were everywhere, playing judge-jury-executioner on everyone they considered to be in league with the Equestrians. Hell, I’m sure most of those “vigilantes” just accused them of being PER members because they just plain didn’t like them.

On top of that, there were ponies, good ponies that didn’t agree with Queen Celestia, getting harassed verbally and physically for no reason other than being ponies. It first started with their homes being vandalized with graffiti saying stuff like “go home geldos” and their windows getting broken in. It wasn’t long before that stuff escalated, with assaults, muggings and slurs getting thrown at them. And then the killings started.

I have seen plenty of horrible things through my life. Live news reports of what was going on in Vietnam. My own experiences in Operation Desert Storm. Witnessing the terrorist attacks. But those still didn’t prepare me for what the HLF did next…

Over The Edge

The HLF had established itself as group of questionable morals and tactics against all ponies, no matter if they were New Foals or not. So it was no surprise that they set on a group that was composed of ponies.

Propaganda spread that the PHL were spies sent in from the Tyrant to get within their ranks and gain their trust. Sadly, this didn't work for long as the PHL began to skyrocket up in status thanks to information and ponies willing to help in their war against their mad leader. There were horror stories from all over the globe of the oppressive, orwellian atmosphere of Equestria, and disgraced doctors from Equestria confirming the worst suspicions about the potion.

Worse was when Lyra Heartstrings offered her hoof in friendship to the HLF, in hopes that together they could beat the Solar Tyrant. In retrospect, this will likely be the most damning evidence for the HLF’s status as a hate group, given the near-messianic status of Ambassador Heartstrings outside of the barrier.

They denied her and even tried to kill her by a sniper, who himself was killed by a countersniper placed by Colonel Renee before he even had time to set up. At the moment, Renee’s position in a growing Task Force linked to the PHL had seemed almost like the proverbial reassignment to Antarctica, but that soon changed when it became clear how effective they were.

This caused tension with both groups, especially with President Davis who gave the option to all US military units, both active and retired, within the group to leave or face execution for aiding a known terrorist organization.

This caused many members to either leave in face of this, or go into hiding for refusing the order.

Still, both groups butted heads for the next year, many of which caused by the HLF to go to ground afterwards. They still continue their tactics of spreading misery everywhere they went, not at all painting them in good light.

Then, on July 22, 2022, they attacked a medical convoy that was sent to Salem, Massachusetts that had three PHL members on board.

The entire convoy was routed, with one humvee disabled that held Nurse Sutra Cross, one of the three ponies of the PHL.

The rest of the convoy was facing fire from all sides, and could only watch on as all personnel within were killed by the HLF sans Nurse Sutra Cross, who was dragged out and placed in a waiting vehicle.

Two weeks later, her corpse washed up in the Boston Harbor, while videos spread out over the web depicted the crimes being committed against her.

On August 25, CIA and FBI narrowed down the site where she was held and tortured, located in the woods north of Berlin, New Hampshire, beyond even Erroll and far from any major roads.

On the morning of August 27, the 'Free and Human Only city' Defiance was assaulted, all information gained while dealing with the city was deemed classified.

Name: Fergus Farnowitz
Nationality: American
Crimes: Murder, abduction, torture, illegal forestry, cannibalism
Status: Incarcerated in Guantanamo Bay.

I’ll never forget that night.

We were sitting around the fire, laughing, drinking, listening to the screams of the prisoners, to our music, to the various rumormongers who would tell anyone any crazy damn story about Equestria, or about the newfoals.

Everything was simply perfect. Almost unnervingly so; we hadn’t been found by any police, we’d actually heard good things about us on the radio, and the prison had… don’t look at me like that. I won’t tell you if you don’t need to know.

And then everything goes wrong. Somebody is going home, to the tent with their wife, when he runs back, saying she has a bullet in her head.

We panic, of course. We grab all of our guns, sighting them in, when I hear a scream.

Somebody next to me crumpled down, gurgling their last from a bullet to the chest. It went to shit almost immediately. We ran across the camp, putting everyone on alert, and I heard somebody firing. Could have been any one of our guys, from what I heard, they were just panic-firing.

But that wasn’t the worst part. Suddenly there were ponies and military people with guns everywhere, coming out of every bolthole, dropping out of the air, and they all had huge guns and armor that could shrug off insane amount of firepower.

Some people are going to call Defiance a battle. No, that wasn’t a battle, that was a straight up massacre.

I still have nightmares about it, damn near constantly. I remember my friends cut down by the dozen, I remember reloading my rifle only to watch the 7.62mm round from that fucking kalashnikov obliterate my wrist. I remember watching a pony standing over me and stomping on me till I was smart enough to play dead.

But that’s not the worst part.

The worst part is him. He has a particular presence that you never quite forget, a big man who isn’t just tall but solid.

Marcus Renee. Call him a horsefucking traitor, call him a hero, I lean towards the former, but we can all agree now that you should never piss him off. He strode through the campsite, a Remington ACR with an extended magazine in hand, firing semiautomatically whenever someone came in view.

A bullet and they were dead.

It was like the carnage couldn’t even touch him. A woman ran out of a tent, carrying a knife, and he just buttstocks her across the face, knocking her to the ground and shattering her jaw and shot her when she tried to get back up. That man didn't even pause to do it, he just shot her as she was fumbling around with her knife and then turned to shoot someone else.

The massacre parted before him like the water before some fucked up Moses. It was unreal; any of our guys that moved in front of him just dropped like flies, and the snipers that tried to take him down all got a bullet in their head.

We didn’t think a man or a pony could have caused such a bloodbath. Like he was some sort of fucking action hero or some hell demon cutting a swath through everyone. It's one thing to see it in a movie or in video games, it’s another to see a guy pulling it off in real life. And let me tell you, that is fucking terrifying to see that shit go down.

I cried when I saw him advancing down the main drag through the tents, past the small shops that we had. I screamed into my radio for backup, hoping that someone could come, praying to God, that I’d live through that day.

Nobody came, though, and when I loaded up my rifle, this punkass from New Hampshire named Johnny C blows off my hand with one of those big Kalashnikovs chambered for rounds that can destroy cinderblocks, and yells “There’s another one over here!” For all I cared, my hand could still be in that forest, holding a magazine. I just ran away from that camp screaming, and I never looked back.

I don’t know how I got to civilization, how fast I must have run. I got the hospital - this small place off in the middle of nowhere - to believe I was innocent by telling them that I was a hiker who’d gotten shot by crazy HLF woodsmen.

The police didn’t buy that, and well, here I am.

So.... Who is this for anyways? Will this keep me from being potioned if the New Foals show up?

"It gets you a bullet, Mr. Farnowitz"

F-f-fuck! Its you isn't it!? Man I'm going to die, ain’t I?!

"Goodbye, Mr. Farnowitz."

"Fuck me, man! Please don't kill me, please?!"

Final say

At this time, the group is completely fractured, with a majority of the group's leaders either killed or ponified by poor planning, over-confidence, or internal power struggles with each other. The group is a shadow of it former self, one that many hope dies in the near future like it did with the PER.

With the major world leaders backing the PHL for their continued advancement of military technology and doctrine, success in both the field of battle and behind enemy lines, the HLF has all but been forgotten as a group needed to win the war. Soldiers from Renee’s taskforce and the world over have been near-unanimous in their agreement that the HLF is a greater threat to itself and humanity than those they claim to fight, even in their weakened state. One anonymous soldier even claimed that their purpose was to soak up ponification potion so the real warriors could go in for the kill.

The once sought out position that the HLF so desperately wanted to prove their merit to the world fell out their reach before it even had a chance. And if they had any fragment of a chance, they took every possible opportunity to sabotage it, to the point that it became near-memetic to claim that they were the biggest threat to human-pony cooperation.

Thank you for watching, stay tuned for our next segment of Case Files:

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