"You have got to be kidding me." I stared into the empty depth of my backpack where I usually held my gum. Sighing, I jumped off the building and landed on my feet. After regaining my posture, I made my way to the nearest store that would be selling a large amount of gum.  I checked my watch. "10:21 P.M. There should be some stores still open."

-X-X-X-

I was inside a Fry's Marketplace, looking for the aisle that had bulk packages of gum while pushing a shopping cart. I scoured the entire store for every packet of mint flavored, sugar-free gum. I went to the nearest checkout lane.

'Huh. This is the most uninteresting task I've done all day. Something actually... Normal.' To celebrate this, I took out one of the many packets of gum I was about to buy and started to open it. Right when I was about to take out a piece of gum, the packet of gum was sent flying out of my hands and onto to the ground that was instantly followed by a loud gunshot.

"EVERYONE, DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!!! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!" My left eye twitched.

Everyone around me dropped to the floor while I stood there. Since everyone that was a patron or an employee got down on the ground, I saw the robbers. There was exactly four of them. All of them hid their faces as they all wore ski masks. Two had shotguns. The last two had revolvers. Revolvers? What is this, the 1980s? The four of them separated with one of them walking over to me. He planted the barrel of whatever gun they were holding, a revolver, against my head. "I SAID DOWN ON THE GROUND, NOW!!!"

Instead of doing as he said, I turned my head of face him, who was pointing the revolver in between my eyes. "You. Shot. My. Gum."

"What?" The robber asked.

At that moment, I punched him in the chest with my left fist. This sent him flying into the other end of the store going at who-knows-how-fast speeds. Any shelf that was in his way didn't even slow him down at all and became simple flag points. Even when he reached the end of the store, he went straight through the wall of the store and outside, finally stopping when he impacted an SUV.

I picked up his dropped revolver. "Yo Mads, what was that?" Okay, I can tell they're not professionals because a name was dropped.

I turned to see where the voice came from and saw another one of the robbers barely rounding a corner. Upon seeing me holding his friend's gun, he started to raise his gun. Reacting quickly, I ducked behind a takeout lane.

*BOOM*

'He's using a pump action.' I jumped out of my corner and leaped at him with my left leg extended out preparing myself for a flying jump kick. He was in the middle of pumping his shotgun when my foot impacted him in the face. He flew back into a large shelf. He didn't get up.

I walked over to where he dropped his shotgun and picked it up, holding the revolver in my right hand and the shotgun in my left. I placed the revolver in the left coat pocket before I took up the shotgun in both hands and properly cycled a round from where the other guy had left off.

*CHK*

Then I heard running. Two sets of feet. Most likely the other two. Before they could get into view, I ducked behind a takeout counter. I pulled out a throwing knife and used it as a mirror to look over the counter. One of them had a sawed off double barrel shotgun and the other had a revolver. Other than that, seriously? Another revolver? This isn't the eighties. They saw the carnage from their friend's beatings.

"What in the fuck?!?" one of them said.

Out from the whole in the wall Mads made, a third man walked in. He was brandishing his own revolver. THIS ISN'T THE EIGHTIES!!! "Hey guys. The getaway car is gone" he said.

"What? How in the fuck did that happen?" a robber wielding a sawed-off double barrel said.

"Maybe the same fucking thing that sent Mads through a wall and into the engine of our fucking car! What the fuck do you think?!?" he replied. He pulled back the hammer to his revolver.

"Hey guys. Look at this" the robber that wasn't arguing said. That man was crouching over the man I jump kicked in the face.

"What the hell is happening?!?"

Then something touched my shoulder. Reacting quickly, I pulled out the stolen shotgun and pointed it at whatever was behind me. However, it was only a customer. "What are doing? Shoot them!" he whispered. I shook my head and continued watching the three of them. "They aren't doing anything! Shoot them!" he whispered again. Again I shook my head.

This time, he reached for the revolver I had sticking out of my left coat pocket. Now, if I remembered correctly, it was a .44 magnum revolver. I didn't have enough time to check anything else but I knew that it fired a .44 magnum round. Why is this so important? The customer that wanted me to shoot them was an athletically built white male only an inch shorter than me. He seemed to be in his young adult years but what caught my attention was what he was wearing, blue jeans and a Modern Warfare 3 shirt. Why was this so important? He was a Call of Duty fan. If I'm correct, he's the average Call of Duty idiot that thinks that they can be a real life commando with any gun and that they know everything about guns just because they played the game. Not only could I tell this from his shirt, I could tell this from how he held the .44 revolver to shoot it. He held it one handed! What is he, an idiot?!? To make matters worse, it didn't even look like he had a firm grip and his elbow was bent. Also, his feet were as if he was leisurely standing. He is, what I would say, an idjit.

Then he fired. Like what would happen to any beginning shooter trying to fire a high caliber handgun, the recoil made the revolver smack him in the forehead causing him to drop the .44 revolver and leaving him with a large gash in the head where the revolver's sights struck him. Obviously, he missed and gave away our position.

Before the three of the robbers could start firing at us, I pulled him down into cover while simultaneously grabbing the revolver he dropped. "You're an idjit. You know that?" I said to him as the three robbers started firing. I stuffed the revolver into my coat pocket again. "Take it again and I will shoot you with it" I threatened him.

I pulled out a throwing knife and used it like a mirror like I did earlier. All three of them were waiting for me to pop up. Yeah. Not going to happen. Since I was holding a throwing knife in my right hand, using it as a mirror, I used my left hand to pull out another throwing knife. I checked my throwing knife mirror one last time before I reeled my left hand back and threw the knife over the counter. A scream sounder out from where the three robbers were and when I checked with my mirror/throwing knife, one of them that had a revolver had a throwing knife in his throat and was bleeding out on the floor. Almost immediately after he fell to the ground, the two of them started to shoot at our cover. That left two robbers left, one with a revolver and the other with a sawed off shotgun.

I looked around for anything I could use and spot one thing, the packet of gum I opened earlier. I immediately lunged for it. Once I had it, I checked it for any intact piece of gum. Alas, it had not one piece of gum that was still chewable. Out of anger, I threw it at the take out counter that was in front of me. "Hijo de puta (Son of a bitch [Spanish])!!!" Now I'm really mad.

I jumped over the counter in a fit of anger faster than the two of them could react and immediately closed the distance between the three of us. Once I was in front of them, the one with a revolver tried to raise up his gun to shoot me. However, he wasn't able to shoot me once I grabbed his shooting hand and snapped it at the wrist, eliciting a loud scream from the man. He also dropped his revolver. The man with the sawed off tried to raise his gun but I had grabbed his screaming friend and threw him at him. This knocked him down and made him drop his gun. Picking up the sawed off and the dropped revolver, I calmly walked over to the two of them.

"You know. I do not respect criminals. Humanity's scum like you think the easy way in life is so good" I said. I popped open the chamber of the sawed off and checked it. "Double Aught buckshot. My favorite. Rips throw human flesh just oh so easily." I shut the chamber with a loud snap.

Then I heard someone move behind me. "Don't even try sneaking up on me. I'm Asian." I turned around to see the idjit that tried to shoot the .44 magnum. "You're still an idjit."

"Hey. Give me one of those guns and I'll watch the two of them" he said.

"No. You're an idjit. Why in the world would I give you a gun? You saw how badly you handle one" I flatly said back. I went over to the robber I kill with a throwing knife. I simply ripped my throwing knife out of the man's throat and sheathed it back to where I usually hid it.

I went to where I was buying my gum and found that the cashier that I went to earlier to buy my gum was lying on the ground. "Can I pay for my gum now?" I asked leaning over the counter to look at him. The cashier slowly rose up, looking at me, heavily armed with the robber's weapons. "I neutralized those robbers. Nothing to worry about anymore."

"T-T-That will be 497 b-b-bits and 18 c-c-cents" the cashier said.

I reached into my backpack and pulled out a small pouch of bits that held a hundred gold bits equaling ten thousand bits. I tossed it to him and he caught it. "That's ten thousand gold bits. It’s to pay of my gum and the damages I did to the store."

I was about to walk out of the store when I heard the sound of a safety being flipped off of a gun. I turned around to see the robber that previously had the sawed off, holding a 1911 to the idjit's head. "You have got to be kidding me" I said.

"You think you can just kill my friends and stop me without doing anything, then you're wrong! Dead wrong!" he said with an angry tone.

I sighed then placed my hands on my hips. "Do you really think that's going to help you in any way? You saw what I did earlier. I'm only going to tell you this once, give me the gun or I will kill you where you stand" I said.

"Oh but you're not going to try anything as long as I'm holding this" he said, shaking his 1911 slightly to make a point.

"Fine by me. That guy's an idjit." The two of us kept on glaring at each other. Then he blinked. Using the time he gave me, I grabbed one of my throwing knives and threw it at him. My aim went true when the knife impacted him in the left eye, killing him instantly. Once the man's dead body fell to the ground, the idjit grabbed the dropped 1911. "Give me the gun you idjit."

He shook his head. "You know what they say. The guy with the biggest gun wins" he said. He shook the 1911 for emphasis.

"You just saw me kill a guy with just a throwing knife and you're still saying that. You really are an idjit." I stepped over to them and then effortlessly disarmed him of his gun. "Also, I had the biggest gun from the start." To emphasize this, I pulled out my Barrett fifty, loaded, from my inventory before placing it back in its rightful spot.

I walked over to the checkout counter where I was buying my gum. Since I paid for my gum already, I grabbed my gum and stuffed them into my backpack, save for one which I opened immediately to get one piece out. I popped the piece of sugar-free, mint flavored gum into my mouth and happily chewed on it. Say all you want readers, followers, and or friends, I like my gum.

As I chewed on my gum, I looked through my "new" guns I "acquired" so far in this universe. The 1911 was a Springfield Armory Mil Spec 1911 with a standard coating. I decided to outfit it, along with my Kimber Gold Combat II, with a silencer. The thug's pump action was a Mossberg 500, an American 12 gauge shotgun with an 8 round tube magazine. I decided to keep it in my backpack since I already had a pump action along with the sawed off. The three revolvers I gained from the robbery were all six shot .44 magnums with 6 inch barrels (Was I in Dirty Harry or something?). One was a S&W 629, the second was a Ruger Red Hawk, and the last was a Taurus Raging Bull. I left all three .44 magnums in my backpack. The MP7a1 I took from the Air Force base is a fully automatic German PDW (Personal Defense Weapon [basically a submachine gun that fires a rifle round]) that fires a 4.6x30mm round. The 4.6x30mm round is a specialized small rifle round that was designed to pierce through light body armor. The specialized shape of the round not only allows it to pierce through light body armor, but it enables the user to control the recoil of the gun when firing in automatic mode and it’s a whole bucket load of fun.

Then I started to rearrange my inventory to accompany my new weapons. I paired Dumb Bell's P220 sport with my B23R. I paired Hoop's Beretta 92fs with my Score's. I paired the MP7 I acquired from the military base with the MP5k I got from the thugs at the illegal casino and had forty round extended magazines in another slot(s). I paired Caramel's S&W 686 with my Colt Python. I paired my new Mil Spec 1911 with my New Kimber Gold Combat II.

1. M4a1 with M203

2. 64 filled 150 round Armatac drum magazines

3. 64 40x53mm grenades grenades

4. Remington 870 Super Magnum Shotgun

5. 64 Double Aught buckshot shells

6. AA-12 shotgun

7. 64 AA-12 filled drum magazines

8. Walther PPK

9. 64 filled Walther PPK magazines

10. 64 M67 grenades

11. 64 flashbangs

12. 64 Concussion grenades

13. Colt Python and S&W 686 revolvers

14. 64 .357 speed loaders

15. B23R and P220 Sport

16. 64 filled P220 magazines

17. 64 filled B23R magazines

18. Barrett M82

19. 64 filled Barrett magazines

20. The magical sword bow

21. The plasma cutter

22. 64 filled plasma cutter batteries

23. The energy sword

24. Diamond pickaxe and diamond shovel

25. Kimber 1911 and Springfield Armory 1911

26. Dual Customized Five Seven pistols

27. 64 filled 30 round Five Seven magazines

28. Beretta 92fs Inox and Walther P99

29. 64 filled Beretta 92fs magazines

30. 64 filled Walther P99 magazines

31. MP7 and MP5k

32. 64 filled 40 round MP7 magazines.

33. 64 filled 40 round MP5 magazines.

34. Empty

35. Empty

36. Empty

Wow. I have gained a lot of guns ever since the events at Luke Air Force. Any other gun I had in my backpack was going to be given to my friends. Everything in my inventory was everything I owned (except for my Ruger LC9 and my Jericho 941 of course).

I heard the click of a gun's hammer being pulled back. Then I felt something cold press against the back of my head. Really? I know I'm in the criminal side of town but really? It’s like I'm a magnet for crime.

"Wallet, phone. Now" I heard from behind me.

Welp. He's doomed. Using my demon speed, I spun around and disarmed him of his firearm before he could even react. Since I was moving hundreds of times faster than a normal human being, I pointed the gun, a small 9mm compact pistol, and emptied the magazine into the man's leg. Nine bullets riddled his right leg. Before he even fell to the ground from the bullet wounds, I snapped the pistol in half and threw it at his chest.

When I started perceiving time normally, I walked away while listening to the man scream on the ground.

-X-X-X-

I was back inside of my backpack (which was placed on the ceiling of the school) working on my new jet. I always favored the A-10 over any other jet and personally, it was my favorite out of all aircraft in all of US history (it’s on my list of favorite aircraft of all time with the A-10 in second place with third place is the AC-130H Spectre and first place is the B-17 Flying Fortress [Who can argue with 13 .50 cal. machine guns, each with nine [that's where the expression "the whole nine yards" came from] yards of .50 BMG ammo?]). The only problem I had with the A-10 was its speed (which is decent compared to 1st and 2nd place on my list but slow compared to normal jets). Also, there were a few modifications I wanted to add to my jet. Now, I'm no rocket scientist but I do have magic!

First of all, I modified armored of the jet. The A-10 is usually armored with titanium plating. Twelve hundred pounds of titanium plating. This armor, dubbed the "bathtub", can withstand strikes from 23mm cannon rounds and maybe up to 57mm cannon rounds. Overall, the A-10 is extremely durable unlike normal modern fighter jets that can even be affected by the weather (yes I said weather).

I mean, look at that! That A-10 was still able to fly back! *Sigh* They don't make like they used to (the A-10 is from the seventies and eighties). Even though I'm from the digital age, I would love to live back when the internet didn't exist.

Whoops, I'm getting off topic. Overall, the A-10 is incredibly durable. Though, I would like more armor. Similar to how my assassin's robe are armored, I laminated the outer titanium shell of my A-10 with a one eighth inch thick layer of graphene. Now, that effectively made the armor of my A-10 stronger but there was still the "soft body armor" problem that was given by the graphene. My robes, despite being armored by possibly the toughest material known to man, is flexible, similar to Kevlar, so even if it stops an attack, I would still feel the force behind the attack. This means, if I am hit with a sword, my jacket would stop it but it would feel like I just got hit with a lead pipe. Applying this to my jet, if it was hit with a large cannon round, the armor would stop it but it would still get dented and the insides/structure of the A-10 can still get damaged. Though, that would require something like a 120mm cannon (modern days) or maybe a 68 pound gun ("olden" days). Then I replaced the Plexiglas cockpit covering with a multilayered metallic glass.

Then I started adding magical enchantments to the jet. First, I modified the fuel tank. Nothing special. I just placed a regenerative spell on it, similar to the one I had on my five ton deuce. It wouldn't have unlimited fuel per se, but it would lengthen how long I would be able to fly my jet to about 13 hours. Then, I added an enchantment to the turbofans to make them silent and to protect them from any debris. This enchantment would make the jet quieter and enable the jet to land in "unfit" areas that have no runways. The last enchantment I placed on my A-10 made it immune to air drag and air friction increasing the overall speed of my jet by 60% while simultaneously strengthening the structural integrity of the entire jet. With the speed upgrade the top speed would be topped off at 829 miles an hour or Mach 1.1 and that it would actually be able to approach that speed without gaining structural damage. This essentially solved the A-10's speed problem and gave me the ability to fly it in Equestria.

Next wasn't really a modification but more like arming up my A-10. Since I was going to fly it in Equestria, I armed it with primarily rockets. Since the A-10 had 11 hardpoints (the spots on a jet/plane where you mount external loads). I loaded three of the hardpoints with MK. 84 drop bombs (a simple air drop bomb that weighs 2000 pounds, 1000 of which is pure high explosives). Then I loaded up four of the hardpoints (two on each wing) with LAU-61 rocket pods (a rocket pod designed to carry 19 Hydra-70 rockets [basically a 14 pound unguided rocket]). I loaded up the last four rocket pods with LAU-10 rocket pods (a rocket pod designed to carry 4 Zuni rockets [basically an 80 pound unguided rocket]). Lastly, I loaded up the GAU-8 Gatling cannon with 30mm explosive rounds.

The last thing I did with my jet was I linked up my AI. My AI being linked up to my jet would display a HUD on my glasses that would display the A-10's current conditions, munitions status, and fuel status among many other things.

"Oi, you have a message from Logan" my AI informed me.

"What does the message say?" I said back.

"Need help" my AI responded.

'That's it?' Sighing, I got my sword cane and placed it back in its katana form. "One of these days, Logan." I teleported out of my backpack.

I set up my Barrett on the ledge of the school. "Hey AI Tran, I need the- You know what. I'm tired of calling you AI Tran. It's getting old. You're new name is Nguyen" I said. "Also, where is Logan's location?"

"Eight point seven miles west" Nguyen replied.

Instead of jumping off of the school again, I turned myself into an alicorn and took flight. I decided to fly slowly so that I'd have enough time to load up all of my guns. By the time I had spotted Logan, I had loaded all of my guns in my inventory.

Logan was, again, in another bad situation. From the air, I could see how bad it was. Logan was in a rather one-sided standoff with nine other people. The nine people that had various firearms (three shotguns, an AR15, and the rest pistols) pointed at Logan while he had his UMP pointed at one of the pistol wielders.

Face hoofing, I landed on a nearby building and reverted back into my human form. Now that I was in my human form, I scaled down the side of the building and slowly moved up to behind the nine men. All nine of them were beside various motorcycles that all seemed to be customized for racing while Logan was behind his bike. I'm going to guess he was street racing and he did something that pissed them off, he was winning too much, he cheated, or all of the above. 'Wait a minute, Logan is using his motorcycle as cover.' Why was this a problem? He had his bike fueled with a nitrous/jet fuel blend with a regeneration spell. If enough bullets hit his motorcycle, it'll go up in flame with more power than twelve pounds of C4!

"Now put it down before I shoot you in the head" one of them said.

"I doubt that'll work" Logan said, smiling. I think I might rip that smile off of his face after I'm done with this situation. We were supposed to get the crown back, not go on a crime spree!

Once I was right behind the nine of them without their knowledge of so, I pulled out my MP7a1 and my MP5k. Logan, seeing that I was behind the nine of them, started smirking. "Maybe you should check behind you" he said. Why would you tell them that?!? Now I don't have my element of surprise!

A few of them turned around and pointed their guns at me as if they already knew that I was there. "Really Logan?" I said flatly.

"Hey Tran, can you do any of your Asian gun thing?" Logan asked.

"You mean the one where I take the bullets and magazines to their guns?" I asked back.

"What?" one of the street racers said.

"Yeah, that one" Logan said, ignoring him.

"The hell are you talking about?" a different street racer said.

"Nah, I'd rather had their guns fall apart in their hands so that they don't have a fully functioning firearm." Right after I said that statement, the street racers' guns fell apart in their hands. Then I fired a spray of bullets into two of their bikes. Two of the racers looked like they were going to start crying. "Off." Seven of them jumped on their bikes and drove off while the two whose bikes I shot, ran off.

"Why didn't you shoot them?" Logan asked.

"Logan, might I remind you that we are in this universe to get Twilight's crown back not cause a multidimensional crisis" I said.

"Come on Tran. We're in an Earth, sort of, that haves all the bells and whistles of our world and you're telling me not to do anything fun. Ever since you came here, haven't you done anything, as you would call it, bad?"

I thought back to all of everything I've done in this universe so far from stopping the robbery to basically stealing an A-10 Thunderbolt. "No."

"Really now? Then where did you get the AR10 you gave me?" Logan asked in rebuttal.

"Black market but I didn't cause this much of a problem" I said.

""You illegally bought guns, Tran."

"Yeah, but did I cause a police chase or end up in a one sided stand-off?"

"Touche."

"Now if you need me..." I turned myself back into an alicorn. "I'm leaving." I took flight. While midair, I reloaded both my MP5k and my MP7a1 before I placed them into my inventory. As I flew through the air, I started thinking about how I was going to help Twilight win the crown. I now had a reputation for being an incredibly violent individual and there was also the chance that the wrestling team, the basketball team, and the football team is angry with me because I hospitalized their best players.

I landed on the roof of the building and searched for where I left my backpack. When I found it, I entered my backpack and went back to what I was doing previously, working on my A-10.

-X-X-X-

This time, I wasn't interrupted by anything and I was able to work on my jet in peace. I was able to work on my jet without interruption which resulted in me finishing my customization. Once I finished, I started working on a new weapon concept, rail guns.

Now, some of you knows what a rail gun is while some of you don't. Basically, a rail gun is a very powerful weapons system that uses magnets to propel the projectile. It is A LOT more powerful than normal means of weapon projectile propulsion. The average cannon projectile speed of a modern day rifle/cannon is around 3000 feet per second. The normal projectile speed of a rail gun projectile? 8000 feet per second. It moves so fast, the fast moving projectile sets the surrounding air on fire due to air friction.

Remember when I explained E=MC^2? Yeah. Rail guns are REALLY powerful. Now here's the basic workings of a rail gun. You know that if you hold the wrong sides of a magnet together, it will repel each other? Now imagine that with ungodly powerful electromagnets and two long rails of magnets. The projectile that is typically fired out of a rail gun is also magnetized and that the side on the projectile that contacts the rail is the repelling charge of the rail. My idea was to turn the barrel of a gun into a rail gun barrel, then placing the barrel on a regular firearm, making a rail gun/firearm hybrid. The power system of the rails would be integrated into the picatinny railing of whatever gun I was going to be integrating.

-X-X-X-

After a few hours of working using both magic and my hands, I had my first prototype ready. In the end, I had decided to integrate the spare M4a1 I took from the Air Force Base earlier. The M4a1 didn't look any different besides the barrel that was glowing a light blue on several sections of the barrel. Nothing about it was different, design wise, except that the barrel was a high tech double railed barrel. The bullets, since they were just normal FMJs (Full Metal jackets), I magically enchanted the lower receiver of the M4a1 to magnetize the bullets once they were chambered into the gun. This wouldn't change the rate of fire, recoil, or the weight of the gun at all.

At the current moment, I was standing in a range aiming the said firearm hybrid. In front of me was a half inch steel plate that had a traditional human silhouette target painted on it and several sensors attached to the plate. Around me were several sensors and recording equipment that would record the data of the soon-to-be test fire.

"Test firing, M4a1 rail gun firearm hybrid! Short burst!" I pulled the trigger and nothing happened... For a few seconds. I felt THE most powerful electric shock from the M4a1 and was sent flying back. I was sent through a pile of razor blades and cacituses before landing in a small fountain of lemon juice. Pulling myself out of the fountain of acidic juices, I casted a cleansing spell on myself before I went back to where I was performing my test fire.

"Okay Nguyen. Where did I go wrong?" I said while picking up the M4a1 I dropped.

"You need to thicken the battery casings" Nguyen replied.

"Would a rubber covered tungsten work?" I asked.

"Yes."

-X-X-X-

"Test firing two!" I pulled the trigger and the barrel shot of the receiver. "Of course."

-X-X-X-

"Test firing six!" I pulled the trigger and the magazine shot out. "Nope."

-X-X-X-

"Test firing nineteen!" I pulled the trigger and the entire M4a1 flew over to the target. "What?"

-X-X-X-

"Test firing twenty-nine!" I pulled the trigger and the gun fell to pieces.

Some time Later

"Test firing two hundred eighty-seven!" I pulled the trigger and this time, it actually fired. "FINALLY!!!!" I pulled the trigger and this time, I held down the trigger. I expended the rest of the thirty round magazine into the steel target.

"Verdamin!" The steel plate that had backed up the target was perforated with holes. "Me gusta." I looked at the data that was given by the machines I had set up around me when I was test firing. "Nguyen, what was the data output by the M4a1?" I asked.

"The muzzle velocity of the hybrid averaged out at 9000 feet per second and even though each round pierced through the steel plate entirely, an estimate shows that each round put out an estimated 10000 foot pounds of energy or roughly two thirds the power of a match grade 50 BMG round." My jaw dropped. I was not expecting that.

Since it was working, I decided to integrate the rail gun into my personal, custom M4a1. I did this by taking off the finished prototype off of the M4a1 I was testing and placing it on my personal M4a1. I looked behind me and saw the guns that I bought for my friends. "Welp. I'm going to be busy." I picked up the three .44 magnums I gained from the robbery I foiled earlier. "Hey Nguyen, would I be able to integrate a similar rail gun design into these revolvers."

"Yes." I smiled. "However..." I frowned. "The shorter barrel means that it would be limited to a shorter magnetic rail barrel. The velocity of the magnetized bullet will be considerably lower than your M4a1 assault rifle hybrid." I can deal with that. I pulled the barrel off all three revolvers and started working.

-X-X-X-

I pulled back the hammer to the first revolver I modified, the Taurus Raging Bull. I was lucky they came with a six inch barrel like the other two .44 magnums because the short barrel would not let allow for a long magnetic rail.

"Test fire one!" I pulled the trigger and was rewarded with the loud report of a .44 magnum being fired. Unlike my M4a1 hybrid, the .44 magnum didn't leave a large hole in the steel plate (which I replaced with a new one because the last one was too damaged from me "testing" it). "Oi. Nguyen, what was the velocity of that round?

"Despite the shorter rail integrated barrel, the .44 magnum Taurus Raging bull fired a round with the muzzle velocity of 2800 feet per second, more than double the speed of the average .44 magnum, with 6600 foot pounds of energy" Nguyen replied.

"Which is about 4.4 times the power of the average match grade .44 magnum if I'm correct" I said.

"Yes you are" Nguyen replied.

I looked back to where I left the guns I bought for my friends. This was going to be a busy night.

-X-X-X-

By the time morning came, I had already finished integrating rail guns into whatever weapon/weapons I was going to give to my friends. However, they weren't all rail gun firearm hybrids. Just some of them were. One problem I couldn't fix was that any of the rail gun hybrids couldn't be suppressed.

The three .44 magnum revolvers I modified earlier weren't for me but were for Ike. My weapons? Other than my M4a1, I had integrated rail guns into both of my 1911s, S&W 686, and Colt Python. The pistols (both 1911s) had roughly half as much power as Yin and Yang while both revolvers (the Colt python and S&W 686) had as much power as a third of a normal 50 BMG round. The only problem that came with integrating rail guns into my pistols was that I needed to physically switch on the rail gun attachment and after numerous uses, I had to leave the rails off so that they could regenerate power unlike my revolvers and M4a1 due to the short barrels of the pistols.

Grabbing whatever guns were mine and placing them in my inventory, I left to go find Twilight.

-X-X-X-

I simply walked to the room where Twilight slept in. Once I opened the door to the room, i was met with the sight of a room filled to the brim with books.

"What?!? Twilight! Did you find my personal liberry?!?" I asked.

"It's not pronounced like that!" I heard Twilight's voice say from where the bed used to be. "It’s pronounced library!"

"Well I'm saying liberry! English, Equestrian in your case, wasn't my first language!" I said in retaliation. "Also, you didn't answer my earlier question! Is this from my personal library!?!" I moved away the books so I could get to her. Once I moved away enough books to actually see her, I noticed that she was reading Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace. "Hey! That's my favorite book!" I snatcher it from her hands. I looked at the book and saw that it was indeed mine.

"Hey! I wasn't finished reading that!" Twilight said.

"This is my book!" I said. I pointed to the other books around me. "These are all my books!"

"But all of the books from your world, specifically the ones you like to read, are all here! I must read them all" Twilight protested. Of course. Leave the lavender pony that we know as Twilight Sparkle alone with books she has never read before would end with chaos.

"They're still all mine and I did not give you any permission to read any of them!" I snapped my fingers and all of the books disappeared. "There. Back in my personal liberry where they are supposed to be."

"NO!" Twilight screamed. "Ugh! They took me so long to choose!" Then Twilight turned to face me again. "And its pronounced library!"

"And again, English wasn't my first language!" I said back. "Wait a minute. This wasn't what I came here for. Twilight, it’s the morning. It’s time to go to that school again." I snapped my fingers and the two of us were teleported out of my backpack and onto the roof of the school. I picked up my backpack and placed it on my back. "Now let's go!" I snapped my fingers again and the two of us appeared on the ground. I took out the Sparda from my backpack and turned it into its sword cane form.

"I really wanted to read those books!" *Sigh* "Want to get something to eat?" Twilight asked.

"Sure. I'll pay."

-X-X-X-

Twilight and I were sitting in the school's cafeteria, eating.

"You know what we should do? We should find someone that can help us with winning the Fall Formal. Someone that can help me get more known around this school" Twilight said.

"Yeah. We should. Let's finish eating and find someone that can help us later" I said before taking a bite out of an apple.

The two of us quickly finished our food and went to throw away our food.

"Do you think it'll be someone we already know?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Twilight asked.

"Well, everyone in this universe seems to be someone from Equestria in a strangely colored human form. There's a small chance that that person may be someone we've met before."

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah. Oh dear. Oh NO!" Twilight said.

"Why oh no?" I asked.

"Think about it Tran. Everyone in this world is, like you said, a strangely colored, human version of ponies from Equestria" Twilight explained. "We've seen Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash."

"And?" I asked.

"Pinkie Pie."

I stopped walking and thought about it. A version of Pinkie Pie in this universe. One that now has access to guns, the internet, and possibly cars. Worst of all, there is a chance that she has access to cocaine, LSD, and other "substances" like that. "Oh dear."

"Exactly." At this moment, Twilight accidentally walked into someone and knocked him and herself to the ground. I recognized him as Flash sentry, one of the AJROTC cadets in my platoon. "Oh sorry!" Twilight said while getting off of him. She was lightly blushing.

"Oh it's alright" Flash Sentry said back. "It was a bit on my fault too." He walked away.

I looked back to Twilight and noticed that she was still blushing. "Okay?" I said.

"Hey Tran!" I heard. I recognized the voice as Logan's.

"Yeah?" I said.

"I need you to hide me for a second!" Logan said.

"Why?" I asked.

"The father of these twins I slept with is after me and I don't need to be killed" Logan said.

"Killed? Don't you have a Nanosuit?" I asked.

"Yeah but this guy is a Navy seal with a black belt in MCMAPs. Either way, I'm screwed!" Logan said.

"Just hop into my backpack" I said flatly. Logan slowly climbed into my backpack while Twilight just stared at me. "If you're going to ask. This is going to keep on happening as we stay in this universe."

Then a large man came into view. His white skin was bulging with muscles and his head sported blond hair that was in a buzz cut. On his right ear was a small gold hoop ear ring. Then I realized something. He was Snowflake in human form. One thing that crossed my mind was that in Equestria he didn't have a black belt. Oh well. Probably a parallel universe thing. He stopped in front of me. He was easily a head taller than me. "Did you see a guy pass by?" he asked.

"Yes. He was my friend. Why?" I said. My hand tensed up on my cane. Twilight walked behind me.

"I'm going to kill that dumbass!" he screamed which also sent spittle flying at me.

Wiping off the spit on my face, I said "Then I can't tell you."

"Now listen to me you little brat!" He was still scream yelling. "I can crush you like a twig. Don't think I will if you don't tell me!"

"Hmm. Nah. I'm still not telling you" I said.

"Then I'll-" He grabbed me by the front of my many jackets and shirt with his right arm. I dropped my cane. "Beat the living shit out of you!"

Instead of saying anything else, I grabbed the arm he was holding me by with both of my arms, my left arm below his wrist and my right arm slightly above his elbow, before I took my left arm off of him and struck him across the neck with the palm. This sent him sprawling to the ground, unconscious.

I turned around to look at Twilight who had her jaw basically on the ground. "What?" I asked.

"How did you- What? How?" Twilight mumbled.

"Pressure points. Something I learned in my martial arts studies before the zombie apocalypse" I said. "I learned where the nerves are located in the body and how to manipulate them."

"Then why haven't I seen you do this before?" Twilight asked.

"I learned how to do it on humans not equine creatures, griffons, or changelings. I'm still figuring out where the important nerves are on a ponies' body."

"So how long is he going to stay unconscious?" Twilight asked.

"Eh. Maybe an hour and a half" I replied. "Let’s get to class already." I fixed the front of my jackets and shirt before I started walking again. "Oh. Almost forgot." I took off my backpack and turned it upside down before I shook it. A few seconds passed and Logan fell out of the backpack on his head.

"OW! What the hell?!?" Logan said.

"That's what you get for the shenanigans!" I said. "Just one thing. If you do anything with the human versions of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, I will rape you with a cacitus while using gravel as lube!"

Just as Logan said this, a teacher walked by and noticed the knocked out Snowflake. "It was that guy" I said pointing to Logan. Then I walked away with Twilight.

"This may be seem crazy but-" That was all we heard from Logan before he was out or earshot.

"Wasn't that a little mean?" Twilight asked.

"Yes." I picked up my cane. "Let's get to class."

-X-X-X-

Twilight, Logan, and I had finished our first three periods and

I pulled out my Kimber 1911 with my left hand and hid it under my coat. In front of me was an anti-gun advocate. I was aiming the pistol at her. Logan, Twilight, I, and a large group of people were listening to her.

"-And firearms, such as the Glock, can go pass a metal detector without detection because of its plastic parts" she said.

God she is an idjit.

"So if you would, can you sign this petition to firearms in the town" she finished off. She is an idjit. I turned around and saw Logan. He had the same look as I did and I noticed he had his hand under his hand under his jacket, most likely pointing a pistol at her like I was.

"So you want us to sign this petition of yours to ban guns in this state?" I asked.

"Yes" she replied.

"Despite all the lies you just spouted?"

"Ye- What? Those weren't lies!" she shouted.

"Yes they were. A Glock is forty percent plastic. The internals, slide, magazine, and everything else is made of a metal alloy or steel so it would trip a metal detector. Also, the bullets would trip a metal detector. There are no such things as plastic bullets that are completely plastic. If a completely plastic bullet was made, it would completely explode when placed in the chamber of a firearm and detonated" I said.

I stepped back slightly. "Also, guns don't kill people. People kill people. If guns kill people then forks and spoons make people fat, cars drunk drive, pencils misspell words, and shoes trip people. In fact, statistics shows that automobile deaths outnumber firearm deaths in the US three to one. More than three actually. Why don't you protest automobiles then?"

I placed my pistol in a pocket hidden by my coat. Luckily, no one noticed. "Also, do you think criminals will give them up? It's not like a criminal will say "Oh guns are illegal, let’s turn mine in because I'm not allowed to have it" if guns are banned. You'd only be taking away the guns from people who use them to defend themselves." I turned around to face the people behind me. "Who thinks she is an idiot after what I've said. Raise your hand if you think so."

Everyone in the crowd raised their hands. I turned back to face the anti-gun advocate. "Yeah you're an idiot." I turned around to face the crowd again. "Let’s leave her to wallow in her stupidity." Twilight, Logan, and I walked away and we soon followed by everyone else leaving the anti-gun advocate alone.

-X-X-X-

The three of us were walking down a hallway.

"Wait, so we have to help you become popular enough to be elected the princess of this Fall Formal?" Logan asked.

"Yeah. Fluttershy recommended us to go to the school gym and to meet up with someone there so I can sign up to be a candidate for the Fall Formal princess election" Twilight replied.

"Who?" Logan asked.

"I bet a grand on humanized Pinkie Pie" I said.

"There is no way I'm making that bet" Twilight said.

"Me either" Logan said. "Five."

"Ten" I retorted.

"Deal."

The three of us soon made it to the doors to the gym. "Prepare to lose ten grand, Tran." Logan opened the door to the gym and the three of us saw a pink haired, pink skinned girl.

"Would you happen to be Pinkie Pie?" I asked.

"Yepperoni!" she said.

"You owe me ten grand" I whispered to Logan.

"Oh cool! You're that crazy transfer from Vietnam with all the martial arts and the blindness and the craziness!" Pinkie Pie said.

"Eeyup" I replied.

"And you say that exactly like Big Macintosh!" Pinkie Pie said.

"Hello..." Twilight shuddered. "Pinkie Pie. I was wondering I can sign up for the ballot for the princess of the Fall Formal."

"Hmmm, now that I'm really lookin' at you... Do you have a twin sister who lives in the city, has a pet dog named Spike and is home schooled?" Pinkie Pie said.

"Uh, maybe?" Twilight replied. "I'm new here."

"Thought so" Pinkie Pie said. She handed Twilight a pen and a clipboard with a piece of paper attached to it. "Anyhoo, you just need to fill this out and you are officially up for the coveted Princess of the Fall Formal crown."

Pinkie Pie just stared at Twilight as she stared at the clipboard in her hands.

"Eh heh heh heh" Twilight said. Seeing the soon to be failure, I snapped my fingers and time stopped but Twilight and I were still moving in normal time.

"I temporarily stopped time with my magic. It won't last long so I have to move quickly" I said. I ran over to her and snatched the clipboard and pen out of her hands. I quickly signed her name on the paper and handed the two objects back to her before I walked back to where I was standing. Time began to move normally again.

Pinkie Pie blinked. Twilight raised up the clipboard to hide the paper. Then she raised up the pen and acted like she was signing her name.

Twilight handed the clipboard to Pinkie Pie who just stared at the paper attached to it. "Okie, dokie! You are now officially up for the coveted princess of the Fall Formal!" Pinkie Pie set the clipboard down on a nearby table. "Who told you to come to me? I want to give them a big "Thank you!" for helping me meet new friends!" She's Pinkie Pie alright.

"It was a Fluttershy" Logan replied.

Her face gained a sour expression. "Fluttershy huh? Don't let the whole shy thing fool you. She can be a real meanie!" I wonder what happened with her and Fluttershy.

Then a different set of doors leading to the gym burst open and in came two people. One was a blonde haired, lightly tanned skinned girl.  Behind her was a blonde haired, very light red skinned guy. It was Applejack and Big Mac. "Somebody order a dozen case ah fizzy apple cider?" Applejack asked. Huh. Her accent isn't as strong as her Equestrian counterpart. Both of them were carrying several crates of apple cider.

"Oh! Oh! Me, me-me-me, me, yeah, ha-ha, me!" Pinkie Pie said. She rushed over to Applejack and grabbed a bottle.

"Can you bring in-" Applejack started until she looked at me. Her expression changed to one that resembled a mix of terror and surprise. "You're that crazy Asian transfer that beat up those four jocks! Should you be expelled and in jail somewhere?!?"

"Not unless those four jocks were attempting to mug me and I was defending myself" I said.

"You hospitalized the four of them!" Big Mac said. Huh. Big Mac talks more in this universe.

"It was four against one and one of them had a switchblade. The fight was unfair yet I still won" I said. "Then, they tried to mug me again later in the day. That time, each of them had a hand gun. I disarmed each of them and left the four idiots to wallow in their stupidity."

"What did yah do with the guns?" Big Mac asked.

"Smashed em and tossed em" I replied.

"Why not turn them in?" Applejack asked.

"The guns had serials. That means they were owned by most likely those four's parents. It would just be returned to the parents and then those four would have access to the exact same guns, again." I shifted my cane from my left hand to my right hand. "Also, they tried to mug a handicapped person. That's just plain wrong."

"Ah'm amazed that those four ain't going to jail" Applejack said.

"I didn't press charges on account that I hospitalized them."

"So, what are you four talkin tah Pinkie Pie for?" Applejack asked.

"We're putting our friend Twilight here up for the princess of the Fall Formal" Logan replied.

"Princess of the Fall Formal?!?" Applejack exclaimed. "Are you insane? She'll do anything to get yah out of the competition! She'll approach yah friendly like. Then she'll stab you in the back!" Applejack grabbed her own bottle of apple cider and opened it. "About the only girl in this school you can trust less than Sunset Shimmer is Rainbow Dash." What? Is every member of the Mane Six in this universe enemies with each other?

The same set of doors Applejack and Big mac used burst open again and this time, Sunset Shimmer walked through. She was soon followed by... Human versions of Snips and Snails. I'm going to guess that they have the similar follower-ship trait as their Equestrian counterparts.

"This looks terrible! There should be more streamers near the stage and less balloons" Sunset Shimmer said. She popped a nearby balloon.

"Yeah streamers!" Snips said. He ripped up some nearby streamers.

"And fewer balloons" Snails said. He popped a balloon by squeezing it with his body and fell over in doing so.

Sunset Shimmer walked over to where Applejack and Big Mac set down Pinkie's apple cider. "Fizzy apple cider? Ugh! This is my coronation, not a hoe down."

"Well it ain't necessarily going to be your coronation this time around!" Applejack said.

"Oh, is that so? You country folk really aren't that bright. Must be why the other students say such awful things about you" Sunset Shimmer said. I could actually see Applejack seethe in anger (demon thing). She must really want to kill Sunset Shimmer. Maybe I should lend her my Remington 870 Super Magnum. "Obviously it's going to be my coronation. I'm running unopposed."

"Not this time! The new girl signed up" Pinkie Pie said. She pointed to where the three of us stood.

Sunset Shimmer looked over to the three of us. "You!" She walked over to us. "Twilight Sparkle." She looked behind herself. "Let’s take this conversation to the hallway." She grabbed Twilight's arm. "You don't want them knowing about your Equestrian counterpart, do you?"

She started to pull Twilight outside but Twilight pulled her arm away. “Not without my friends" Twilight said. Logan and I followed her out to the hallway. Once we were in the hallway, I shut the door to the gym.

"Can't believe I didn't recognize you earlier. Shoulda known Princess Celestia would send her prized pupil here after my crown" Sunset Shimmer said.

"It is my crown!" Twilight said.

"Wait, who are you two?" Sunset Shimmer pointed over to the two of us.

"Seriously? Have you been in Equestria at all in the past year?" Logan asked.

"I was here, strengthening my position!" Sunset Shimmer replied.

"You can say that we are... acquaintances" I said.

"Whatever. This is just a minor setback for me. You don't know the first thing about this place, and I already rule it" Sunset Shimmer said.

"One other thing you don't know. I am power of the Nightmare Moon reincarnate" I said. "I can kill you right now and nothing bad will happen to me nor Twilight and Logan." I pulled the top of my cane up, just enough to reveal the hidden sword. "This ain't a regular cane. This here is an unholy relic capable of killing gods."

"Haven't you learned from when you beat up those four idiots? There are cameras! You'll be caught and jailed!" Sunset Shimmer said.

"I can hack the cameras and hide the body" I said back. "But killing you is no fun. I'd rather embarrass you."

"Or I can kill you right now" Logan said. "I do have a few tricks up my sleeve." He exposed the Nanosuit on his left arm and charged his shock jockey vigor. Lightning arced around his arm lighting up the area of the hallway.

"Pop quiz, what happens when you bring an Element of Harmony into an alternate world?" Sunset Shimmer asked. Only silence filled the hallway. "You don't know? Seriously?" She started laughing.

"I know" I said. "You create an unbalance in the harmony of the universe bringing power to one sole object or being." I closed my sword cane. "I've seen how bad it can get. You can't possibly think of gaining that much power. Your mind and body isn't ready for that much raw energy." I shifted my cane from hand to hand again.

"Oh I can. I was Celestia's protege at one point" Sunset Shimmer said. I looked over to Logan. He had his hand under his jacket again. "I'd cut down on the chatter if I were you. Don't want everyone to know you don't belong here, now would you? You wanna be a princess here? Please. You don't know the first thing about fitting in.

She walked back into the gym, leaving the three of us alone in the hallway. "Plans?" Twilight asked.

I didn't say anything. I was busy listening to what Sunset Shimmer was saying to Snips and Snails. I was using my heightened hearing to listen in to her conversation. You see, my hearing is a lot stronger than a normal person. This is due to two things. My sense of smell is dead and that my sense of sight is almost gone (I wear glasses for a reason). My body therefore compensates by making my sense of hearing stronger. Much stronger. It is then increased nearly two fold by my demon powers. In the end, I have a hearing ability that rivals a pony's hearing ability and in pony form, I can basically hear a pin drop. You know, maybe it isn't safe if I still fire my guns without hearing protection. Oh well. I'm Tran! Who cares!

"I want you to follow her. Bring me something I can use just like I did with that last girl who thought she could challenge me" I heard Sunset Shimmer say.

"You got it, Sunset Shimmer" I heard Snips say.

"When the crown and its power are mine, Twilight Sparkle will be sorry she ever set hoof into this world. Not that she would've been much safer if she'd stayed in Equestria" Sunset Shimmer said.

"Yeah, in Equestria" Snips said. God he's such an idjt.

"What are you still doing here?! Go!" Sunset Shimmer said. She forcibly pushed the two idjits towards the other set of doors leading to the gym.

"Tran, hello? We asked you something" Logan said.

"Huh?" I said. "Sorry, I was eavesdropping on Sunset Shimmer's conversation."

"You can do that?" Twilight asked.

"My hearing is a lot stronger than yours" I said. Twilight gave me a puzzled look. "My sense of smell doesn't work and my eyesight is horrible. Therefore, my body compensates with my sense of taste and my hearing."

"Then what did she say?" Logan asked.

"She told those two followers of hers, Snips and Snails, to spy on you and to record anything that she might be able to use on you" I replied. "Twilight, I think I should stick with you so you don't do anything embarrassing."

-X-X-X-

Just as any normal protege of overly-studious student of Princess Celestia would want, Twilight wanted to go to the library. Twilight decided to read. Le gasp! She picked out several encyclopedias while I choose a novel by Leo Tolstoy. The two of us were sitting down at a table, reading our books.

The most peculiar thing in the library (liberry) were human versions of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Just by listening to them, I could tell that they were watching a YouTube video of themselves singing. Quite horribly if I were to comment. However, I heard the video stop abruptly followed by a harangue by the librarian (liberrian) who I found out was the human version of Cheerilee.

"What are we going to do now?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Hey who's that?" Scootaloo asked. She was pointing at me.

I sat down next to Twilight, hoping they would ignore me.

"He seems awfully familiar" Apple Bloom said.

"I got it" Sweetie Belle said. "He's that Asian transfer that beat up those four jocks!"

You have got to be kidding me. "I heard the fight was awesome!" Scootaloo said. Huh? "Want to meet him?"

"Does he even speak English?" Apple Bloom asked.

"I think so. I heard that he mouthed off Ms. Harshwhinny, the AP Calculus teacher" Sweetie Belle said. "Is it safe to talk to him?"

"Should be. Even if he hospitalized those four jocks, he should be safe. We all know that those four are bullies" Apple Bloom said.

"Let’s just go talk to him. The things I've heard about him are awesome!" Scootaloo said.

I put down my book and saw the three of them walking towards the two of us. "You know, I may be blind, but I can still hear the three of you talk" I said when they were within close vicinity.

"Oh. So you heard-" Apple Bloom said.

"Yes" I replied.

"And how I-" Scootaloo said.

"Yes" I said again.

"And why-" Sweetie Belle said.

"Yes" I said again. There was an awkward silence. "So. Anything you want to talk about? That is what you came here for, right?"

The three of them smiled. "We heard that you beat up Caramel, Dumb Bell, Hoops, and Score. Is that true?" Scootaloo asked.

"Eeyup. They were trying to mug me. Caramel had a knife. They were hospitalized after I was done with them" I said.

"That sounds awesome! How did you fight them off?" Scootaloo said.

"I'm Asian" I said. I looked at the three of them. They had a somewhat questioning expression.” I have black belts in three different types of martial arts."

"What are you?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"What do you mean?"

"We heard that you're a transfer from Asia yet you speak English perfectly and you dress strangely" Sweetie Belle said.

"Well, I'm from Vietnam, a south eastern Asian country known for being a beautiful jungle country, being able to defeat the US in a war, and being one of the harshest places to live in. My clothes? It is because it’s too cold here. In Vietnam, it should be at ninety degrees Fahrenheit with an eighty percent humidity." I stood up and picked up my cane. "Twilight. It should be time for the next period." Right after I said this, the bell rang. "It was nice meeting you three."

I picked up a pencil that was on the table and threw it full forced at the wall. I picked up another pencil and threw it close to where I threw the other pencil, again full forced. Since I threw both full forced, both pencils flew clean through the brick wall. I walked out of the library and on the other side of the wall where I threw the pencils were a bewildered Snips and Snails. Behind them, on the wall, were two phones, both pinned by pencils. "Nice try" I said to the two idjits. "You can't sneak up on an Asian." I walked away.

-X-X-X-

I went through my classes, like yesterday, without any excitement nor trouble and soon found the school day to be over. Unlike yesterday, I went immediately with Twilight so that she does nothing questionable. At the current moment, the two of us were talking while walking to the library.

"So you're saying that it’s normal for people go to school from age five to eighteen?" Twilight asked.

"Yeah. There are parents who take the step further and start putting their kids through school as young as three, sometimes even two, years old. In school, we learn how to read, write, learn our history, do math (ASIANS!!!), science, and any other educational skill" I explained. "How does Equestrian society work then?"

"Well, we found that sending in fillies and colts at when they're at eight years old and they go to school until they're eighteen. In these ten years, ponies learn about Equestrian society so that they can fit in. They also learn basic math and reading skills. Sometimes science is taught." That explains so much. "Then they start attending our version of high school which last four years. In these four years, ponies learn everything there is to learn about what they're going to be in the future according to cutie mark."

"So you're saying that whatever your cutie mark is, is what you're going to do for the rest of your life?" I asked. Twilight nodded. "Doesn't that seem rather socially and economically inefficient?"

"What do you mean?" Twilight asked.

"Well, whatever the cutie mark is, the pony is going to be only doing for the rest of his or her life. People, are more diverse. Look at me. I know about engineering, tailoring, agriculture, fishing, politics, military and war, air flight, economics, and a billion other subjects. If I was born a pony, I would be limited to only one of these topics. A pony's future is only limited to their cutie mark. Anyone with an extremely specific mark, let’s say a doughnut, would only be limited to doughnut related labor" I explained.

"Eh, heh, heh. Funny thing that you say that" Twilight said.

"I know. Doughnut Joe in Canterlot."

"Tran, exactly how does-" Twilight tried to say until she was pulled into a room.

I quickly ran into the room and nearly drew my sword from my cane until I noticed a purple haired, white skinned girl. I stopped drawing my sword and closed it to avoid anyone seeing the blade of the sword.

"We're going to need to change the outfit and maybe the-" Rarity said to herself.

"Rarity?" Twilight asked.

"Maybe the hair and definitely the shoes!" Rarity continued on.

"Rarity!" Twilight said.

"The shirt could be a better color" Rarity continued.

"RARITY!!!" Twilight yelled.

"Huh? What were you saying?" Rarity said.

"What are you doing?" Twilight asked.

"Why I'm helping you win the princess of the Fall Formal of course" Rarity replied.

"How is this going to help me win?" Twilight asked.

"The princess of the Fall Formal is essentially a popularity contest and you need to improve on our appearance if you want to win" Rarity replied.

"What's wrong with how I look?" Twilight asked.

"No offense darling but you have the look of an angsty, nerdy schoolgirl" Rarity flat out stated.

Then Fluttershy walked in. "I heard that do all that she could to make you lose the election so I want to help you win! If you want me to" Fluttershy said. "Not that it'll make any difference but I'll vote for you, that is if you want."

Then Pinkie Pie and Applejack walked in. "There yah are. The two of us were looking for yah!" Applejack said.

"You! How dare you walk in here!" Rarity said pointing to Pinkie Pie.

"Yeah. You should be ashamed of yourself!" Fluttershy said.

Then the three of them started arguing with each other. Since they're arguments overlapped each other and that they were basically screaming, I couldn't tell what the problem was.

"Girls!" Twilight tried to yell but alas, the arguing was too loud. "GIRLS!!!" Again, Twilight wasn't heard.

Raising up my cane, I slammed it down on a nearby table. The table was immediately broken in two and the loud slam that followed shut everyone up. "Listen here! I know the four of you used to be friends. Then for some reason, the four of you are now enemies. Explain!" I yelled.

"Pinkie Pie ruined my silent auction for the animal shelter by bringing fireworks and noisemakers! It was supposed to be a serious event, and Pinkie Pie ruined it!" Fluttershy said.

"What are you talking about? I got a text from you saying that you didn't want a silent auction. You wanted a big party!" Pinkie Pie said.

"Uh! I never sent you a text!" Fluttershy said.

"You didn't?" Pinkie Pie asked.

"You don't think Sunset Shimmer is the one who's been sending me those e-mails, do you? Every time I volunteer to help with the decorations at a school function, I get an e-mail from Pinkie Pie saying she has plenty of volunteers! And then I find out she's done everything herself" Rarity said.

"I never sent you any e-mails!" Pinkie Pie said.

"There. Problem solved. Be damn friends again. Stop being enemies" I said. I turned to face Applejack. "I believe that you have something against Rainbow Dash. What is it?"

"She said she'd get the softball team to make an appearance at my bake sale. I tell everybody they're comin', and then not one of 'em shows up! She made a liar outta me! That's different!" Applejack explained.

"It's the same khuya thing" I said. "It’s probably going to be some misunderstanding between you and Rainbow Dash."

"How do you know?" Applejack asked.

"I KNOW EVERYTHING!!!" I yelled.

"Yeah. Like Ah-" Applejack started.

"Your family has a shotgun because of what happened to your parents" I said.

Applejack's jaw dropped. "Someone could have told you that!"

"Your hat belonged to your father" I said.

"You still-" Applejack tried to say but I had interrupted her again.

"Apple Bloom's bow belonged to yours and her mother" I said.

"Only I know that. How did you-" Applejack tried to say but, again, I interrupted her.

"I know everything" I stated quietly this time. "You just need to talk to her and explain the situation and hear her side of the story. Trust me. I know everything."