The Guard in front of me looked somewhat irritated as I followed him through the Prison, holding a small brown box in my magic. I just kept worrying about what my mother would do when she found out that I’d gotten into yet another fight, and on her birthday, no less.

He banged on the door to the cell. My heart was in my throat.

The door opened, mechanically sliding into the ceiling, to reveal a large zebra, covered with scars, the most noticeable of which were the ones running from the corners of her mouth to her ears, making her warm smile seem all the wider.

That smile turned to a look of shock as she caught sight of my badly bruised body.

She looked to the Guard, who quickly answered her unspoken question.

“She got in a fight with the Captain’s daughter. Again. You need to teach her to control herself, Zala. The Captain is already considering…” He sighed and removed his helmet, revealing the earth pony’s red mane and purple coat. “Look, Zala, I can’t keep getting her out of these things. I’m going to have to start putting her in solitary if she keeps this up.”

Mom sighed, and gave him a weary smile. “Thank you, Gate.”

He nodded, and left to return to his post.

Closing the door as I stepped in, my mother gave me a somewhat disappointed look. I grinned weakly. We both stood there for a moment.

Eventually, she sighed again. “Did you at least win the fight?”

I nodded, my grin becoming a bit more genuine.

“She didn’t call you a colt again, did she?” Mom quirked an eyebrow.

“No, she tried to um… take this… from… me…” I floated the box over to her. “It’s for you. Um… happy birthday, mom…”

She opened it with a bizarre dexterity that shouldn’t be possible with hooves. She gasped when she saw what was inside. A bracelet, made of small strips of metal twisted to look like her glyphmark, which itself resembled an eye.

Slipping it on, she brought me into a tight hug. “I love it, sweetie. Thank you so much.”

I hugged her back, smiling happily.

“You still need to learn to control yourself, though.”

I laughed nervously.

“Well, come on Diamond… You’re almost an adult. When you turn sixteen, I won’t be able to help you with things like this.” She put a hoof on my shoulder. “You can’t keep fighting Clothesline. Even if she’s a bitch.”

I snorted.

She laughed. “Okay, an extreme bitch, then. But she is still the Captain’s daughter.”

I let out a defeated sigh. “I know… she just pisses me off so much, though.”

“Diamond, I can help you with other prisoners as long as I live. Hell, just knowing me means they probably won’t mess with you, but the Guards don’t care. They’ll do whatever they think they need to do.”

“Or want to.”

“Yes, true, but still…” She hugged me again. “Just be a bit more careful. Okay?”

~~~~~

Throb, throb.

Throb, throb.

I groaned, and put a hoof on the back of my aching head.

Throb, throb.

Oh, goddesses, what the fuck did I do last- oh… right… sewer…gorgon…drugs…

Throb, throb.

“Oh thank Luna, you’re awake,” Zeed said from beside me. “How do you feel?”

Throb, throb.

I groaned again. “Head hurts. Want sleep. Go away.”

“Sorry, Knives. I’m out of sleeping potion.” I felt a poke in the ribs. “You know I’d rather just let you rest, but this isn’t really the best place to do that. Besides, there’s… uh… something we need to deal with…”

I groaned yet again.

“Well, I guess you can stay there for a minute. Don’t need you up for this anyway.” I could almost hear her smirk. “How many hooves am I holding up?”

I cracked open my good eye and glanced at her, then turned away. “Three hooves.”

…

Wait a minute.

I shot up and looked again. She was indeed holding up three hooves, somehow managing to balance on one, a smirk on her face.

“Welcome to the Land Of The Living, where misery is mandatory!” She said cheerfully as she dropped back down.

Chuckling, I rolled off of the piece of cloth-covered metal I’d been laying on and stood up. I immediately regretted it when the pain almost made me fall back over. Zeed barely managed to catch me. “You alright?”

“Like I- Ah mean- Like Ah said, mah head hurts. Again. Why does this shit keep happening tae me?” I rubbed the back of my head again. “So, what did ye need tae talk about?”

She bit her lip, and inhaled. “First off, all your bones are fine. Whatever the fuck Raid did to you worked, much as it pissed me off.”

“Alright. Second?”

“Second…” She paused for a moment. “Second is that you have a right eye again, but we’ll need to make sure it works right.”

I grinned happily. “That’s great! The lack of depth perception was a bit annoyin’.”

“The third… is that you have a… well… your right eye is… uh…”

“What? What is it?” Her hesitation was making me nervous.

“Eh… it’s… probably better if I show you. Hold on.” She began to rummage through her saddlebags, which were propped up against a wall.

Looking around the room, I realized that it was the shack in the entrance of the sewer. Through the door, I could see the floodlights shining on the wall outside, and part of the warning that was painted on it. The shack itself was full of shelves stocked with various odds and ends, almost entirely junk. After a minute, Zeed returned with a broken shard of mirror, which I took in my magic.

“Just… just don’t panic, alright?”

Slightly nervous, I took a look at myself.

I first looked at my left eye. A dark silver color.

Then I looked at my left eye.

It was the same dark silver color, but instead of a rounded pupil, there was a needle-like slit. The first thing that came to mind was ‘draconic’. The second, and far more disturbing, was ‘her’.

Her eye was in my face.

My nightmare. The monster in my dreams. The creature that had tormented me for as long as I could remember.

Her eye… in my face.

I could have sworn that I heard her laughing.

“Knives? Say something…”

I think that I was shaking as I stared into that… thing.

Did she do this? Is Raid working with her?

I mentally slapped myself.

Of course he’s not, you fucking moron! She’s a figment of your imagination. She’s not real.

“Oh yes, Knives. I’m just a figment of your imagination.” She said. “That sometimes talks to you.”

I frowned.

“Shut up.”

“Oooh, clever. Fine. I’ll see you in your sleep.” She muttered.

“Knives? Answer me, please!”

She had nothing to do with this. It’s just a coincidence.

I felt a hoof on my shoulder.

I turned to see Zeed with a terrified expression on her face. She looked to be on the verge of tears.

“Zeed, what’s got ye so worried?”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank Luna. Don’t scare me like that! I thought you’d… something! I didn’t know what to think!”

I shrugged, and looked at the eye again.

“Are… are you gonna be okay?” She continued.

I hrrm-ed. “Probably. Looking in a mirror is goin’ tae freak me out fer a while. Ah’ll get used tae it, though.”

“You’re… taking this awfully well. Are you sure you’ll be okay?” She now seemed confused, in addition to worried.

“Well, it doesn’t really matter if Ah have a problem, now does it?” I quirked an eyebrow. “Dae ye know anypony who can put it back tae normal? Ah sure don’t. It’s better than not havin’ one at all, at least. Although…”

I closed my left eye, looking only through the new right eye.

There was no color. Everything was suddenly painted in nothing more than shades of grey.

“It’s colorblind.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Everything is just… grey… What the hell did Raid do tae me?”

She snorted. “Dunno. Let’s find out.”

She trotted over to the door and stuck her head out.

“RAID! Get your fucking stupid flank over here!” She screamed angrily. Without waiting for a response, she stomped back and sat on her haunches next to me, with her forelegs crossed.

A minute later, he trotted through the door.

“Goddesses, your voice really echoes. Knives!” He smiled. “Glad to see you’re awake.”

I smiled back. “Glad tae see ye too.”

Zeed facehoofed. “Oh for Luna’s- Raid, stop flirting and explain what this ‘Synth’ crap is before I figure out how to perform a lobotomy.”

“No need.” I said. “He’s already brainless.”

Raid laughed. “Not me very smart am.”

Zeed growled. “Knives, do you even realize that he could have killed you?”

“Look, I already told you that Synth isn’t lethal,” Raid began. “It’s basically just a really powerful healing potion.”

“Oh really? Healing potions don’t make you pass out. Care to explain that?”

“Maybe she has an allergy?”

“Did you see her eye? That’s not an allergic reaction.”

“I’ve never even heard of something like this before. I don’t know what to tell you. Sorry.” He shrugged. “Look, if I’d known that would have happened I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Zeed, calm down. He was just doin’ what he thought would-“

“KNIVES, HE COULD HAVE KILLED YOU! Do you realize that?” She was panting with anger.

“Zeed. Calm. Down.” I growled. “You’re overreacting.”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?” She roared. “I AM CALM! I’M THE FUCKING EPITOME OF CALM! CALM LOOKS AT ME AND GOES “HOLY SHIT SHE’S GOOD AT THIS”!

“Then why are you screaming?”

“I’M NOT SCREAMING!” She seethed. A moment passed, and her eyes widened. “Oh… I… I… uh… I’m so… I’m so sorry…”

Raid shrugged. “It’s fine. I understand. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been beating myself up about it more than anypony else ever could.”

She smiled weakly.

“How long have Ah been out, anyway?”

Raid looked at his pipbuck. “Eh… About four hours. She’s been watching you the whole time. I’ve been trying to figure out how to open the door.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“I have no fucking idea. Zeed managed to hack the console, but it’s not working. There’s no lock to pick either, though I’m terrible at that anyway.”

“Did ye check th’ network connection?”

He gave me a blank look and blinked at me. Zeed did the same.

“Ye know… th’ connection between th’ door controls and the console?” The blank look continued. I tried to simplify. “Did you make sure all th’ cables were plugged in?”

“What cables?” Zeed asked, much to my surprise.

I gawked at her. “Are ye kiddin’ me? Ah thought ye were supposed tae be th’ smart one! That’s like… basic computer maintenance! A foal could figure that out!”

They both laughed nervously. I facehoofed. “Alright... Zeed, you can’t call Raid and idiot anymore, because you’re just a stupid as him.”

I sat on my haunches and sighed. “Before we start away again, ye said ye wanted to test mah eye, right?”

“Oh… Uh…” She coughed lightly. “You said you can’t see colors through that eye?”

“Nah. Just grey.”

“Hey! What if you have night vision?”

We both quirked an eyebrow at him, then looked back at each other.

“You know,” Zeed said as she put a hoof to her chin in thought. “That might actually-“

“Zeed, Ah know this is a bit dumb of me,” I tilted my head slightly. “But what happened tae yer cast?”

“Huh? Oh. I took it off while you were out. Why?”

“Ah thought her leg was broken…”

“I’ve been injecting a bit of healing potion every so often. Hurts like fucking hell, bit it works.”

Raid groaned. “Now I really wish I’d asked first. That was my last dose of Synth.”

“What, ye can’t get more?”

He shook his head. “I’d have to scavenge for it. It’s pretty rare. Safer than Hydra, though, so it’s usually worth it.”

Zeed shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter anyway. It still takes a while to heal, and if you don’t set the bone right you have all kinds of problems. Now, let’s test that eye and get the hell outa here.”

~~~~~

Several hours later, we were back in the tunnels, me trotting through the sludge triumphantly.

Unsurprisingly, I was right, and neither of my two companions had bothered to check and make sure that the door controls were connected. At the moment, they were trudging along behind me as I hummed happily.

On an unrelated note, I found that I liked this new eye of mine, as it did indeed give me decent night vision. I could see everything down here! Then again… there wasn’t that much to see other than the winding tunnels and a few not-very-interesting sludge-banks in the water… but still, I could see all of them!

Sadly, that did not stop me from tripping on something and falling flat on my face in the sludge.

Not for the first time in my life, I was glad that I had no sense of taste or smell.

Zeed and Raid laughed as I pulled my head out of the muck, my mane plastered over my face and dripping wet. I spat out a bit of sewer water. I muttered under my breath, “That can’t be healthy.”

“Oh dear Luna, ahaha! She looks like the Thing From Froggy Bottom!” Zeed managed between peals of laughter.

“No, no, no… more like the Lord of Slimes from The Equine Answer!”

“Or the Amazing Mister Sludge! Bwhaha!”

“No, wait! It’s Muckthulhu! She’s come to eat our souls!”

They fell against each other laughing.

Great, I thought as I spat out more water. The buck I like is as big an egghead as Zeed.

I shrugged. Well, at least they’re getting along.

“Zeed, shut up before Ah make ye eat radroach.”

She stopped laughing immediately, but Raid continued laughing regardless.

“Why would you even say that? You know that just…” She convulsed a bit, like she was about to puke. “Just… ugh…”

I thought for a moment, and smirked. “Raid, if ye keep laughing, Aam goin’ tae have tae kiss ye.”

“Hmm… Well, I never could turn down a kiss from a nice mare. Even *if she’s covered in sewer muck.” He gave me a cocky grin.

I think I blushed so bright that I was glowing. Well… that backfired.

Zeed once more snorted with laughter. I shot her a glare.

Briefly, I fished around in the muck with a foreleg to find what I’d tripped on. It was…

A corpse. And it was now biting me. Fairly hard, actually. It was pretty painful. So, I did the only logical thing.

“AAAAGH! Get it off, get it off, get it off!” I shrieked as I desperately beat it with the baton, flailing my foreleg around in an attempt to remove it. Unfortunately, the electric shock didn’t really seem to do much to the corpse, other than make it twitch a bit more and bite deeper into my leg.

Several gunshots rang out, and the corpse’s neck blew off in a spray of ichor. The head loosened its grip and fell off of my bleeding leg, which I held to my chest. “Ow, ow, ow…”

Zeed rushed over and slowly poured some clean water and a healing potion over the bite while Raid took a look at the dead pony.

“Ah! I was wondering where all the ghouls went.”

“I’m not going to turn into a zombie am I?” I asked nervously.

“What? Of course not. Well...” He paused. “Not unless you start eating balefire, but a bite won’t do anything to you other than hurt a lot.”

“Balefire?” I wondered aloud. “Zeed, isn’t that what we used tae use in th’ generators?”

“Just the type twos.”

Raid blinked at us. “You used… balefire… to…”

He shook his head and shrugged. “Okay, you know what? I’m not even going to bother asking why the fuck that is. Let’s just chalk it up to the ponies of pre-war Canterbury being morons.”

“What’s wrong with-“

“NO! No. I do not want to know.” He held up a hoof. “No. Pas. Nein. Do. Not. Want.”

“All right, all right, I won’t say anything. Fuck, calm down.” Zeed returned to examining my wound. “So, what exactly is a ghoul?”

He dramatically cleared his throat and pretended to don a pair of glasses while reading an imaginary book. “The ghoul is the result of a pony being afflicted with too much magical radiation from balefire bombs and other such things. The ghoul is effectively dead, not needing to breathe or eat, and does not age. They appear as rotting corpses and, while a good number of them manage to retain most of their sanity, most of them have sadly been reduced to psychotic feral husks.”

“Sooo… zombies?”

“Basically, but the sane ones hate being called that. It’s kinda like me calling you a…” He thought for a moment. “It’s like calling you a ‘striped little slut’.”

Zeed smirked. “I am a slut, I have many stripes, and I am also very short. So, yes, I am a striped little slut.”

He stopped and deadpanned at her for a moment. “I do not know how to respond to that.”

I laughed. “Is that really th’ best one ye can come up with?”

“I make it a point to not base my insults off of race, thank you.” He crossed his forelegs across his chest. “I find that there’s enough of that without me adding to it.”

He stopped me before I could ask another question. “We have bigger problems to deal with right now. For example, why is there a live ghoul in here?”

“Ah thought ye said-“

“I know what I said. That’s not what I meant by ‘live’. The gorgon should have killed them all off.”

“Well…” Zeed began. “The door was closed. They might have been protected by that.”

“Hmmm… That would probably explain it. So we’ve got a bunch of… ghouls… over…” He trailed off. “Crap.”

“What?”

“I don’t think I brought enough ammo.” He sighed. “We’ll have to go through Celestia knows how many ghouls to get out of here.”

Zeed groaned. I smiled. “Well, at least Ah can see them.”

“We can’t.” he continued. “And judging from the one we just killed, that stick is not going to work.”

“Could we just make a break for it?” I suggested.

They looked at me for a moment. Eventually, Raid shrugged and said, “That might work.”

~~~~~

“There’s about thirty ay them,” I said as I peered around the corner. “One’s glowin’ green.”

“Only thirty? Well… that’s better than I expected.” He frowned. “There should be a lot more than- OW!”

Zeed smacked him on the head. “Don’t jinx it, moron.”

“Whatever. Anyway, I can probably distract them for a bit. Get them to run the other way while we slip past.”

“With what?”

He held up a small box with a big red button in his hoof, and grinned. “I haz a detonator.”

He pushed the button.

One second later, a loud boom echoed from where we’d come from. The ghouls all roared at once, and began charging towards the sound.

It took a moment for all of them to clear out of the area, but when they finally did, Raid stepped out and said, “All clear. Let’s go!”

As we followed him, I looked back and thought, Well… *hat was anticlimactic.

Of course, then I almost ran into a straggler, who screamed at me.

Reflexively, I spun around and bucked it in the face, sending it staggering backwards. It was dispatched by a flurry of laser fire, leaving it a charred husk.

Unsurprisingly, there was a roar from farther back in the tunnel. About where I guessed the other ghouls were.

“Oh dear Celestia.” Said Raid as his eye twitched slightly. “Run! We should be able to stay ahead of them if we keep moving.”

So we ran. Raid’s light swung all across the walls as we kept going, with me telling the others when a turn was coming up, being the only one able to actually see. I made the mistake of looking back in the middle of a long, straight leg of the tunnel, seeing the swarm of ghouls growing ever closer.

“They’re catching up!” I screamed.

“We’re almost there, just hold on!” Raid shouted back.

The ghouls came closer and closer and we ran. All of us were getting tired, I felt as though I could collapse at any moment.

“Exit!” Zeed panted.

Indeed, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. We pushed ourselves that last short distance.

Then, we were outside. The tunnel had long ago collapsed past that point, the street actually having fallen into the ground, making a ramp out of the sewers. We were once more in an old ruined city. We ran up and out into the night, and hid inside a relatively intact building. I could hear the ghouls screeching from the tunnel, having lost their prey.

I collapsed against a wall, my heart pounding, struggling for breath.

We all just sat there in the dark for several minutes, all panting heavily.

“Well,” I said, dripping with sarcasm. “That was fun. Let’s never dae that again.”

“How in the…” Zeed panted a bit more. “How in the hell did you get past those things last time?”

“Last time we had a Steel Ranger with us. She blew them to bits with a grenade launcher. That was also about… nine- no, ten years ago.” He started to examine himself, and gasped in apparent shock when he reached his tail. “Uh… I’ll be right back. I gotta go… do… something…”

He quickly stuffed the end of his tail into his shirt and ran off, grabbing a bucket as he galloped past it.

I leaned back against the wall, while Zeed just flopped onto her side in the middle of the floor.

We sat there for what seemed like an hour.

“You should go find your coltfriend.” Zeed said. “See if he needs help.”

“He’s nae mah coltfriend.”

“Not at the rate you’re going he isn’t.”

“Well, Aam sizin’ him up is all.”

“You’re flirting to see if he likes you.”

“Basically.”

“Oh, just go look for him. I’m gonna try and get some sleep.” She rolled over, facing away from me.

“Ye sure?”

She waved a hoof dismissively.

I walked out into the city, looking for Raid’s pipbuck light, which he would surely have on.

Of course, after about half an hour of looking for said light, I finally heard him cursing loudly to himself from inside a building. It was part of a small apartment complex, like most of the buildings seemed to be, but only one floor as opposed to seven or eight. Half of the place had been destroyed, one of the larger buildings nearby having fallen on it.

I trotted up to the door of the room he was in.

“Gaah! Come on, damnit! This place is supposed to have its own water supply, magic and everything.” There was the sound of hooves crashing on metal. “Come. On. Damnit.”

As I was about to knock on the door, a dull thumb sounded, accompanied by a humorously fillyish squeak and the sound of water spraying.

I went into the apartment and into the bathroom, to find him soaked with water, standing next to a broken bathtub. I tried to suppress a laugh, and he jumped at the sound, scrambling to turn off his pipbuck light.

“KNIVES! Uh… uh… hi? How are you? You didn’t… eh… see… anything… did you?”

“Nae, but Ah heard ye screamin’ like a filly.” I laughed.

“Please, don’t remind me.” He said in an irritated tone. “But… uh… you swear you didn’t see anything?”

“Raid, what could Ah possibly see? What, are ye really a mare in disguise or somethin’?”

“No, nothing like that.”

I took a look at the bathtub, which was still spurting water from the broken showerhead. There was a bucket in there. On the floor was a bottle of…

“Hair dye? What, yer not really blue?”

“Ultramarine, actually.” He let out a defeated sigh. “But no, just my mane and tail.”

“Och, well ye don’t need tae worry about me seeing anythin’ then. It’s tae dark fer me tae see colors. New eye, remember?” I quirked an eyebrow at hm. “Why are ye tryin’ tae keep this a secret anyway?”

“I’d rather not talk about it, please.” He grinned weakly.

I shrugged. “Well, at least let me help ye.”

“Help me?” He looked surprised.

“Aye. How doe ye think Zeed does it? It’s a pain in th’ flank tae dae without getting’ dye all over yer coat.” I smirked as I magically twisted around a few pipes, directing the stream of water into the bucket. “Aam tryin’ tae let her sleep anyway.”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Insomnia. When she isn’t drunk off her flank or takin’ sleepin’ potions, she usually can’t sleep at all. Ah definitely doubt she’d be able to after… well… but Ah might as well let her try.” I twisted the broken showerhead until the water stopped. “So, out ay curiosity, why are ye dyin’ yer mane now?”

“Eh… Sewer water messed it up. My mane’s fine, I was just going to deal with my tail. That's what causes me problems.”

I grinned. “So… what’s wrong with yer mane?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He frowned.

“Och, come on. What, is it pink?”

“I’d much rather have that than what I actually do have.”

“Show meeeee.”

“No.”

“Shooooooowwwww mmmmeeeeeee.”

“No!”

“Show me or Ah’ll dump all the dye on ye.”

“I think I can take looking like a peach.” He grinned.

“Pleeeeeeeease?” I batted my eyelashes at him.

He tried to stifle his laughter at my uncharacteristically marish display. “Sorry, Knives. Not happening.”

“Ah, yer no fun. Fine, let’s get this done then.”

~~~~~

Clothesline- No. Wretch. Her name was Wretch now.

Wretch trotted through the numerous corridors. A bit confused as to how she knew her way, but choosing to just accept it.

She was more interested in the state of her kin, anyway.

They stumbled through the mists within the facility, often screaming incoherently, or muttering meaningless sentences. She felt a pang of sympathy for them.

It hurt when your words were little more than babble.

She shook her head with a sigh, and continued on.

She reached the exit with ease, as though it were a path she’d taken a thousand times before.

He was there. The pony with an orange blob for a head.

No, that was wrong. He didn’t have a head. The mist just stuck like that so he could think properly, emanating from the device attached to his neck.

“Good…” He said. “You are awake. Do you feel well?”

Clot- Wretch nodded, smiling.

“Good. And you know your task?”

She nodded again.

“Then I allow you another gift. You are free to do as you wish, unless you are aware that it will interfere with your task.” He smiled. Not physically, though. It was something she felt. “And I return to you your belongings. They-“

As he held out the Guard’s armor, Wretch shrunk away in panic, feelings of guilt making her guts twist in their places. The gun, though. She missed its weight against her side, the feeling of the kickback fighting her magical grip.

“Ah… my apologies. I did not think the garment would cause you such pain. Your weapon then.” He floated it over to her, the mist surrounding it, making it move. “You may begin at your discretion. Know that I trust your judgment.”

As Wretch stroked the gun lovingly, he retreated back into the facility.

Smiling, Wretch strapped the gun to her back, and stepped out into the wasteland that was Canterbury.

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Footnote 1: Diamond Knives
Level up! (7)
Melee Weapons:70
Repair: 71

Perks:
More Criticals: You are more likely to cause Critical Hits in combat if you have this Perk. Each level of More Criticals will get you a +5% chance to cause a critical hit. This is a good thing.

Quest perk:
Lost perk-
One-eyed.

Gained perk-
Freak-eye: One of your eyes is not like the other. You can see easily in the dark, but your odd appearance freaks some ponies out. -1 to charisma, and you have access to some unique dialogue options. You now have night vision.

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Footnote 2: Zeed Kazdri
Level up! (6)
Energy Weapons: 52
Medicine: 70
Science:47

Perks:
Vigilant Recycler: Waste not, want not. When you use Energy Weapons, you are more likely to recover drained ammunition. You can also recharge energy pack and cells more effectively and efficiently.

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Footnote 3: Raid (???)
Level up! (7)
Guns: 65
Speech: 49

Perks:
Commando: You really know how to use that battle-saddle! Your accuracy in S.A.T.S. when using battle-saddles is increased by 25%

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Quests:
Active quest:
O’ Father, Where Art Thou?: Go to Bladesville to find information on the location of Nezan Kazdri.

Other quests:
Sifting through the dust:
1)
Find information on the location of Ashes.
2)
Find information on the location of Obsidian Knives
3)
–Find information on the location of Nezan Kazdri

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(Author’s notes)

*Slaps self*

*Slaps self*

Bad moron! Work harder!

I would have had this up two days ago, but I decided to re-write the whole thing.

Not sure if I should have, though.

Ah well, no sense crying over every mistake. I’ll just keep on trying ‘till I run out of cake.

So the writing gets done, and I still have some fun.

Next chapter might be a bit late as well. I’ll see what I can do about that, though. Don’t you worry.

TTFN
-Delakirus

Thanks to Kkat for Fallout Equestria, and Somber for Project Horizon. Thanks to whoever reads this, and again, critiques are very much welcome.