This ain't Israel, America, or even Earth.

by gamer4COD

Chapters

• CH:1 Obamacane, meet Twilicane.
• CH:2 What kind of mad scientist made this thing?
• CH:3 Seriously, shit is confusing everyone (everpony)
• STAHP! That's built-in you crazy pegacorn.

CH:1 Obamacane, meet Twilicane.

   CPL JASON BONE

   U.S. MARINE CORP

   ISRAEL GEM TESTING FACILITY

   GEM BARRACKS

   ON A TUESDAY

How long has it been since I've seen my face, my old face. I knew what I was doing when I signed the forms, I knew what they were asking me to do, and I was fine with it, hell even happy about it... Till the protests and riots started. Some of the other GenMod soldiers like me are gonna buy a ranch when we get home, just a huge ranch where no one will lock their doors and cover their children's eyes when we walk down the street to get a big mac from McDonalds. The whole reason we're here is because people protest the right to genetically modify yourself, because they don't agree with the form we are now. They don't care that soldiers can regrow fingers and toes, ears and noses, they only hate them too so they don't look racist when they protest us. Hell, some have been killed as soon as they step off the plane. Men who survived whatever the world had to throw at them dying the moment their foot, hoof, paw or claw land on American soil.

Internal monologue aside, Jason looked like your average GEM tester, marine BDUs, tan coat, brown hair and hazel eyes, his wings were sky blue on the bottom and desert tan on the top, a form of automimicry that matches his ColourShift wing suit, a natural set of knuckle dusters made of karatene, hooves with small ledge like protrusions for extra stability and sticking into small cracks in walls, a poison resistance boast, extra stomach bacterial for the digesting horse feed and grass. Basically, he was a walking experiment for anything the military might want for their soldiers.

"Hey, Jason! come on lets go, stop your bitching about how your face is still ugly as sin. They got some new Mods for us to test." Hey, I like my muzzle just the way it is. Looking away from the mirror, Jason made his way outside to confront the fat hippo responsible for ruining a good day with just his presence.                                                                                                                                    

"Ok Jason, this one we'll be testing is a wonderful idea brought to you by the boys at the D.O.D. Its called Flak Flank, basically turning your hide and coat into fire resistant and concussion absorbing materials, the only down side is it doesn't stack with your kevlar karatin mod, so try not getting into any firefights with this one on, are you ready?"  The gender neutral tone speaking over the 2 way nanos in Jason's ear ignored telling Jason the explanation of how, instead going straight to the now test this new trick part of the experiment. Admittedly, most of the Mods are rather... Oversold. Kevlar karatene was a bust for any non-Scalies, but the extra feeling of safety that comes from have a literal "bulletproof hide" is a welcomed feeling.

The rush of adrenaline coursing though his veins as he stepped up to a small white X on the floor, a few feet away someone was smoking a cigarette while wearing a full body heat resistant suit made of shiny aluminum like material. In his other hand from his cigarette was a small, 1 gallon tank flamethrower.

"Let's burn his horse down!"  Jason replied with enthusiasm. For some reason, Jason was one of "those" people who liked puns. How or why is best left unanswered.

5 minutes later, Jason walked over to the next part of the experiment, being shot in the flank with a beanbag. The flame retardant test revealed that not only did the mod take hold but worked better then the scientists thought, only second degree burns covered the flesh under his coat.

2 minutes, and a few new bruises later, Jason limped out of the labs and headed to the armory. Sure, he tested a dangerous mod. Sure, he basically had one of his arms engulfed in flames for 5 minutes straight. Sure, getting shot with a beanbag hurt, but Jason didn't care. The mods he had in his library were always in danger of being outdated by the newest members of the strange bunch of people who, like Jason, wanted something more. Something they felt was missing from themselves.

Having wings was a pretty cool thing, except now and then he forgets them and rolls over in his sleep, or walk though a door without folding them up, or when he's laying on his back looking at Playboy and gets what can only be called a wing boner.

The fuck... Birds don't deal with this shit, why should he? Fine. Okay, so where was I? The armoury, right.

After grabbing his combat kit from the armoury, Jason started walking to the barracks to get ready for another pointless patrol though a city that hates him. Dropping the bag on the ground and pulling out the weapons, armour, wingsuit, and tactical equipment, Jason started organizing the gear, guns and equipment on the left, armour and wingsuit on the right. Checking the firearms first, followed by the various grenades, tools, explosions and medkit. Checking though his helmet's and goggles functions and smiling when everything turned out to be functioning, he proceeded to run a quick check on his second set of combat clothing. Looking for any holes in his wingsuit before finding a small dent in the steel plate of the armoured wing pockets, Jason pulled out his can of machine nanites and sprayed some on the dent. Satisfied that the armour would hold up, Jason shook the can and decided to pick up more before his patrol starts. Looking though his med kit, Jason found everything was up to snuff and decided to get started.

Its gonna be a long day, maybe I can find something interesting at the market, if the civies don't overcharge me or refuse to even sell to me.

Boring, boring, boring, bor-Hello. What have we here and whatnot. Walking up to the stall, Jason saw many trinkets and toys that remind him of video games. Looking around, Jason noticed something,

"How much?" He asks the Merchant behind the stall, pointing at a cane with Obama on it, only the former president had an expression that could only be called walleyed. Knowing his favorite uncle would definitely get a kick outta it, Jason decides to buy it for a fair price.

"Ah, good eye my friend, the Obamacane can be yours for a mere 50 dollars." He replies. Now Jason isn't a fool, something like this looks like a cheap prop used in an infomercial.

"40."

"45."

"43."

"Deal, enjoy your purchase, my friend." Picking it up and giving it a twill, Jason replies.

"Its not for me, its for a friend back stateside... Wha?" Where there was a stall with many wonders is now an empty space. Weird, this country makes no sense. Without noticing the light show going on under his hooves, Jason puts the cane in his duffle bag, being a part of an experimental unit had it's perks.  Jason turns to leave, and immediately falls on his muzzle.

Lemon Hearts was having a pretty nice day, Cranky and Matilda were gonna get married soon, she was at least 2 blocks away from the bugbear, and she even had this funny cane. Suddenly, a deep bass sound with the lighter sound of a cello came out of nowhere. Dropping her gag gift that she was gonna give to the happy to be soon married couple, she was hit by an UMO, (Unidentified Musical Object) and was sent flying. What she didn't see was the prone figure that popped out of a rainbow that appeared seconds after the cane was ran over by the Bass Boaster. Sadly, the moron was awake when he arrived.

CH:2 What kind of mad scientist made this thing?

My snout, why? Why is it alway the muzzle? Picking himself up, Jason took a look around and came to a single conclusion, Is this Candyland? Seriously, theres a fucking gingerbread house. I didn't say it was a smart conclusion. Being the good soldier he is, barely noting the receding sounds of two musicians who would normally keep to their separate areas of expertise, Jason followed the rules, checking his weapons and finding nothing wrong. Duffle bag with Obamacane and spare equipment, checked. MP5 with a flashlight, laser pointer, muzzle flash suppressor hybrid that can turn into a compensator with a small twist and a holographic sight with the ever comforting smiley face, checked. 9mm Glock with with a flashlight, checked. Flashbangs, concussion, smoke, EMP and frag grenades are all safe in a small pouch, small satchel of C4 and several detonators, 2 combat tomahawks, a Kabar knife by Cutco, a LHR combat knife, med kit with body augmentation supplies and three syringes of instant gauze, small set of bolt cutters, needle nose pliers, and several dozen feet of paracord.

If you were to ask Jason 'whats the definition of overkill?' Jason would point to himself. Truly, he didn't believe that the excessive amout of stuff in his kit was a burden, perks of being a test subject for dangerous mods. For instance, his bones had to density of lead while his muscles had the density of gold.

Jason then checked for any obvious injuries. Nothing broken, nothing bleeding, next is location. Looking around, Jason did not see anything thay reminded him of his time in Israel. Running a quick check on his data pad revealed he had no satellite connection. Looking around revealed an empty street flanked by wooden houses with thatch roofs, something that is definitely illegal in every state in America. Finally looking over his armour and his wingsuit, seriously worried about there being even the slightest tear in the fabric because that would result in him being grounded. Thankful that he found nothing wrong, Jason decided he needed a direction that will lead him to someone who can tell him where in the seven rings of hell is he.

Boom!

That way, towards the weird purple explosion. Explosions means 2 things, US friendly troops, or more bigots with pipebombs made with some shit from a fireworks stand. Looking towards the explosion, Jason grabbed his H&K MP5 and checked the magazine. Finding it full, Jason took a right at a lamppost and headed towards the fight.

Rrroar!

The fuck made that? Sounded like a... Is the a GEMO? The moment Jason got to the fight, his brain shuts down at the sight. 6 anthro horses like him were fighting a cross between a bee and a panda. Behind several crates were a dozen anthropomorphic people wearing gold armour and wielding wooden crossbows, meanwhile there was at least 20 more anthropomorphic civilians just watching, sometimes mere yards from the fight. Firing at the bear-bee thing, and somehow not hitting the civilians, the guards kept firing and reloading their ancient arsenal. (Jason couldn't bring himself to respect them enough as soldiers. They failed the first objective, clear the AO.) Multiple colours among the 25 plus civilians, as well as some with wings, or a horn, or neither. The purple one that was flying around the creatures head had an extra appendage. So the purple one wasted money on a simple way to break her neck.

Other then that, neither of them has a wingsuit, or anything to assist their wings with holding up the weight of their bodies. Maybe selective mussle density increases along with hollow bones.The weird golden armour wearing guards were all similar except for the horns, wings and none with both. So maybe Purple is richer then the rest, despite Whitie having fancier clothes. Maybe think more about my very weird day later.

Okay, secure the civies, and take that abomination down. Then maybe someone in this amish town can point me back to civilization. "US Marines, get back!" With that out of the way, Jason ran over to the nearest piece of cover and gave a nod to the confused guard next to him and lined up a shot at the beast's wings.

Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat. Rat-tat-tat. Despite being suppressed, the others couldn't help as their ears layed against their skulls. Firing in short bursts severs one of it's wings, effectively grounding the beast. The civilians backed off and covered their ears. With the civilians distracted, the creature raised a paw with the intention of hitting the white and purple one. A quick burst to it's arm stops it's attempt on her, as Jason finds out after she turns towards the sound of his gun, life.

"US Marines, get outta here now!" Firing whats left in his magazine results in the bee-bear turning towards him. A deep anger lights the creatures eyes as it runs at the marine. Grabbing the shell shocked guard and jumping to the right, seconds before the cover they were just using being destroyed. Rolling onto his back and pulling the trigger, Jason is shocked by the sound it spits out.

Click-click-click. Fuck! The beast charges as Jason plants his hooves on the things jaws, keeping it a semi safe distance away as he tries to load a new magazine. Trying to get close enough and tear him a new one results in the beast being on top of Jason. Because of it's new placement, the monster was able to get one of it's forelegs into striking distance. The sling snaps as the submachine gun is sent flying. Thankfully unreloaded. Jason pulls his Kabar and readies himself. Bending his legs to get closer to his target. Jason slides the knife below the jaws that intend to close around any part they can. With a sickening soud of tearing flesh, the Karbar sinks into the beasts spinal cord.

"Fuck you. Get. Off!" Kicking the corpse off of him, Jason stands up and looks around. Civies are safe, the weird armour wearing guards are staring at me with wide eyes, hope their ok. Seriously, calm down, you guys look like a bunch of kids fresh outta boot. "Anyone know what that fuckin' thing was?" The guards back up and point their crossbows at Jason, and, if it was possible, stare at him with even wider eyes.

"Heh, cute. Now go find an adult before you put someone's eye out." The guards exchange a few glances before saying something that confused the marine. It wasn't english, wasn't French or German or Russian or any human tongue. It was an entirely equine language, every whiny, snort or neigh said something to the marines core. You don't belong here. Here, we have our whole world, safe from your taint. Whether or not that was the guards intention, Jason didn't find out. Hearing the comfortable sound of wings behind him, Jason noticed three things. 1, a yellow and pink haired equine was staring at the corpse and openly crying. 2, the blue one who was flying earlier was comforting her and glaring at Jason, and 3, The orange one and blue 1 shared a look before nodding and walking up to the marine. Immediately cocking their fist and clocking Jason on the chin.

Crack!

CH:3 Seriously, shit is confusing everyone (everpony)

This is ridiculous, what the fuck is wrong with them? Its like they don't know just how tough the military GEMOs are. After their attempt at harming Jason, he was surrounded by the guards when the two morons who hit him started cursing, he thinks, and waving their hands to get the stinging to stop. The guards had surrounded Jason and pointed loaded crossbows at him. Looking back towards the civilians, he noticed most of them left; leaving the two who punched him, the crying one, the well dressed one calming the crying one down, the hybrid pegacorn, and... looking around, Jason realised he lost the double pink one.                

"*Hi!*" The loud yell came from Jason's left, right next to his ear.

"Ahhhh!" Ah, the fool found her. Jason looked over his shoulder and straight into two cyan eyes. Taking his duffle bag's strap in one hand, Jason flipped the bag over his shoulder and dumped the unwanted passenger out, along with all his stuff.

"*Heh heh, sorry.*" Looking down, Jason observed the strange person who popped out  of the gap in his duffel bag. Pink coat and different shade of pink for her mane and tail, extra large blue eyes, a blue and yellow T shirt, a pink skirt that stops about knee high and a softer muzzle then me, possibly not a direct Anthro horse, something smaller. At least she doesn't have horse shoes on. Tilting his head, Jason held out his hand to help her up.

"Why did you hit him? What would that even do?" The day got weirder by the minute for Ponyvilles resident princess, first a bugbear, the a strange pony comes out of nowhere and attacked it with a strange repeating crossbow, now she has to realign Rainbow's bone and check Applejack's for any cracks or fractures.

"He's killed the bugbear, and made Fluttershy cry. Why the buck did he kill it? Everypony in Equestria knows we're the ones who take care of this kind of stuff." She replied.

"Ah agree, its like he's from one of those countries tha never even heard of us." Applejack looked over at the stranger.

Rainbow Dash looked over at the stallion who was looking around, his strange armour covered some of his body, but for some reason strange fabric covered the rest. His armour focused around his barrel and head, weird glasses covering most of his face, a tube shaped bag was hanging on a strap off of his shoulder. The black misshapen crossbow was laying on the ground a few yards from him, the device was a mystery, how such a device was able to deafen everyone else but the stranger was another mystery. Sadly, she missed the show.

"Hi!"

"*Ahhh!*" Looking back in time to see Pinkie fall out of the stranger's bag and land in a pile of tools, strange balls and a weird garment with cloth between the legs and connecting the arms to the barrel.

"Heh heh, sorry." Striding over to keep her friend out of trouble, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Twilight stopped a few yards away and starred at the stranger's hand as he helps Pinkie up.

"*You okay?*" Looking up at his face, they found more differences between him and the rest of ponyville, maybe even Equestria. Twilight being nicer then her friends, kept her mouth shut.

"What. The. Buck." Was all Rainbow had to say.

"I know, look at it." Pinkie kept staring at his hand that she hasn't released yet.

"Ya think its some kinda disease or birth defects, 5 fingers just ain't natural, almost as weird as those calluses on his knuckles." Applejack was thinking about just what could cause the natural knuckle dusters.

"What should we do with him Princess?" One of the royal guards that came with Celestia snapped the scholar from her thoughts, what should she do? After Pinkie released his hand, the stranger started picking up his stuff and putting it all back in the tubular bag paid no mind to the score of crossbows aimed at him, even when Rarity bought over a still very distraught Fluttershy. The orbs were being counted, suddenly, the stranger looked around and his eyes settled on Pinkie, who was holding one of the strange balls, a way too big ring on one of her fingers, a small stick falling from the metal sphere.

The next thing any of them knew, the stranger yelled something and rushed them.

"*Shit!*"

Knocking the stunned guards aside, shrugging the crossbow quarrels glancing off of his helmet and back, pushing past Twilight, Applejack and Rainbow Dash, he wraps his hand around her wrist with one of his hands and grabs the stolen ball with the other. Then, throwing it as high as he could, higher then some pegasi can fly. After a second pass, after all of their eyes start to turn back to Jason, after their guard is down, it blows up.

"You okay?" Jason held out his hand while the pink one stared for a second before grabbing it and pulling herself up, after picking herself up, she wouldn't let go. Sensing movement from his left, Jason noticed how three more of the civilians were staring at him.

One was orange with a cowboy hat and her mane and tail in a ponytail, blue jeans and a plaid button up short sleeve shirt, the blue one had a multi coloured mane and tail, a blue T shirt and a pair of blue biker shorts, and a rather small set of wings. The purple one had a horn coming out of her mane, which had two highlights or something, a small set of wings, bigger the the blue one who hit him, but still much smaller then Jason's, a purple skirt that goes about mid shin and a button up long sleeve shirt.

"*What. The. Buck.*" The blue one, who Jason decides to call Skittles to avoid simply calling her, 'the blue one', spoke up. Jason had to tear his eyes away from her's, a variant of the colour red, not too uncommon after all, just not a normal colour choice.

"*I know, look at it.*" Pink said, still holding Jason's hand, Jason was also staring at her hand, noticing her odd  finger hand also had no finger tips, just lumps of karatene in the shape of small hooves.

"*Ya think its some kinda disease or birth defects, 5 fingers just ain't natural, almost as weird as those calluses on his knuckles.*"  The orange one, that Jason had no nicknames for, stared at Jason's hand, while Jason couldn't stop staring at her teeth, straight molars, not one tooth there for any purpose then crushing and grinding.

"*What should we do with him Princess?*" One of the golden boys spoke up, ignoring him Jason started packing his bag, first the wingsuit, then tactical equipment, then counting the grenades, Finding one missing, Jason looked up, barely noting the arrival of two more civilians. Eyes widening, Jason watched as the spoon of a fragmentation grenade fell to the dirt, the culprit looking at the deadly explosive in her hands with a mixture of curiosity and ignorance.

"Shit!"

Rushing past the guards, hardly aware of the deadly bits of wood and metal flying and deflecting off of his wing pocket and helmet, Jason reached the thief and grabbed her hand with one of his, and pried the metal ball of doom and threw it as high as he could, getting it stuck in a cloud on its downfall. If Jason wasn't afraid for his life, he might've pondered on how the grenade didn't fall though the cloud.

Boom!

Agent Sweetie drops, or Bon Bon as most ponies know her as, rushed to inform Princess Celestia of what she saw. She had just opened the door, all eyes on her, when the grenade went off.

STAHP! That's built-in you crazy pegacorn.

After the explosion, bits and pieces of the cloud floating away, the mane six looked around. The guards were exchanging looks between themselves and Jason, Fluttershy was hiding under a nearby cart, Twilight, RD and AJ were trying to stop the ringing in the ears, Rarity and Pinkie were kneeling on the ground and Jason was walking back to his pack. None of them speaking, all of them were too busy to notice the new arrival.

With the distinct crack of displaced air, princesses Celestia and Luna popped into existence a few feet behind Twilight, serious expressions on their faces. Looking around, their eyes settle on Jason, not noticing, he kept walking towards his stuff. Pushing past the guards with little resistance, he collected his bag and gun. He then turned back towards Twilight.

"Look, a distraction!" he pointed at the royal sisters, all eyes following his finger, when all the guards and Twilight's friends noticed them, they all bowed. While this was happening, Jason looked for a exit, sadly, none presented themselves to him. Sighing at how his plan failed, Jason looked back at the newcomers.

Great, more hybrids. Looking towards the corpse, Jason decided to see if it might have something compatible to his current form. Following his gaze, Celestia and Luna hardly kept from showing their disgust at it. Walking towards the corpse, Jason's path was blocked by two guards without any accessories. Trying, and failing, to think of a way past without beating them into the mud, and pissing the rest off as well, Jason decides to try gently moving them out of the way.

Thud, Thud.

Jason was new to the word gentle. Looking down at the shocked expressions on their faces, he offered them each a hand, after stepping past them of course. If the looks on their faces were any indication, they were shocked that Jason knocked two fully armoured royal guards down effortlessly, and them being Earth ponies at that, their pride keep them grounded a moment before one of them accepted his hand. The other mumbled something and picked himself up.

"Sorry about that, don't know my own strength." Smiling sheepishly, Jason turned around and approach the corspe. Pulling out his knife, Jason proceeded to drip the tip into the blood and opened a small tray attached to his data pad.

Now, let's explore the world of nanotechnology and DNA manipulation. A single drop of blood contains all the necessary DNA to completely rebuild the source of the blood, the body would be needed for the raw materials to modify or build something. Now, nanobots and nanites are devided into three categories.

Micro, Bio and Inanimate. Micro nanos are the one's that reorganize and modify the body's DNA, Bio breaks down and rebuilds the organism, breaking the necessary parts down and funneling the vitamins and minerals to other nanos that place them in a manner similar to a 3D printer, sometimes supplied by medical nanos in your standard GEM MedKit, and Inanimate nanos are able to scan, study and maintain anything from body armour to aircraft carriers. Cloth shoes to Kevlar vests,

After waiting for the DNA nanos to finish, Jason received a shock. DNA not recognized, would you like to save the data? What? This is obviously part panda and part bumble bee, there sould be some evidence of that. Tapping his data pad and starting a tag search reveals the utter lack of a DNA tag, something even Jason has. This isn't happening, impossible, even GEMO pets have tags.

Watching him interact with the device on his wirst, Luna barely caught the last words coming out of Twilight's mouth.

"Then he threw the ball away before it blew up the cloud, I'm just glad no pegasi were up there or-"

"That's enough Twilight," Celestia interrupted her before she could finish the grim thought. "We're happy nopony was hurt, but we still need to figure out what we should do with him."

Looking back, Luna started observing the marine. If I look at him as a whole, he looks like any other earth pony stallion, but when I focus on individual areas, Solid sixteen hooves tall, weird tan armour that matches his coat, doesn't speak Equestrian, too many fingers and weird lack of fingerhooves with bumps on his knuckles, a powerful weapon with no evidence of magic when it's used. What are you?

Walking over, Luna noticed that he kept tapping on the mirror-like portion on the back of his wrist, while muttering something under his breath. He smells like the desert, maybe he is from Saddle Arabia and... No, he would surely know his own language. After making her mind up, she tried a traditional Saddle Arabian greeting, "Good afternoon."

Or she could try small talk... After getting no response, verbally or physically, she tried again.

"Good afternoon, do you understand me?" Nope, still nothing. Maybe he's ignoring you, try yelling in his ear.

"Does thou speak Equestrian?"

"Look, I'm pretty busy your highness, but as soon as I find out where this thing came from, I'll be happy to kiss your ring or whatever it is you do when you meet royalty, mmkay." Probably not the best thing to say to a immortal princess who was known for overreacting when she got ignored.

With a determined look, Luna focused on Jason's data pad. Finding it difficult to "grab" onto, she eventually gets a grip and teleports it to her waiting hand. Looking up from her victory, her smile interrupted by the sight before her. Jason, his left hand limp from the massive hole in his forearm right next to his wrist, has a finger imbedded in his own body. Oddly, Luna chose to take another note on how they may look alike, Two bones. What is this thing that looks like us, and yet doesn't. The next seconds were tense, He slowly looked to his side and stared at what used to be a part of him for so long, he might've been born with it.

Bitch, you don't have to tell me how, but at least tell me, why? In the few seconds delay, Jason could feel his nervous system kicking in, pain that would overwise been suppressed screaming at him, his arm pouring pints per minute worth of blood causing his colour vision to fail and blackness to fill his vision. Looking back at the colourless pegacorn responsible, Jason gave one last thought before he slumped forward. Where am I?

"Luna, what did you do!?" Looking back, the normally nocturnal princess noticed her sister staring at the unusual box, thinking quickly, Luna looked back at the swaying stallion before focusing on the box and teleporting it back into its owner's arm.

"*Recalibrating, please hold still.*" Luna jumped at the voice that came from nowhere before it continued. "*User, 1442394748, recognized. Reconnecting datapad to nervous system, connected. User's heart has stopped, initiating Palpatine protocol.*"

Thump. the unconscious stallion bounced into the air before coming to a rest.

"*Reconnecting vascular system, muscular system and tendons... Connected. Resuming nervous system defibrillator.*" After the stallions box, which luna finally figured out as the source of the disembodied voice, finished talking, he did another bounce. Still asleep, putting her ear next to his chest, Luna focused on listening for his heartbeat. Finding none, Luna decides to lend her magic to the mix. Summoning a small storm cloud, she waited for the neutral toned voice to predate the bounce.

"*User in danger of brain damage, initiate higher voltage.*"

Sending the lightning bolt down at the same time as the stallion bounced, Luna was rewarded with him jumping up and speaking his unknown tongue at an amazing rate.

"Dying sucks, Fuck that shit! What happen? Where am I? Why is your horn glowing, that mod was discontinued because no one wants their corpse found if it means your casket is gonna be lit up like a rave. What are you all looking at?" Jason looked around at all the civilians who were staring at him. "What the fuck just happened?"