"WHY CAN'T WE DO SOMETHING ELSE!?!?!?!?!??!" Roseluck screamed with every intention to deafen every living soul within a thousand miles. Once again, she was dangling off the side of the cliff with the only thing preventing her from plummeting to her death being a harness that connected herself to Tran via a few ropes. "Why did I agree to this again?!?" During the entire trip so far, she had not been pulling her own literal weight.

"Miss Roseluck, ah think you should try climbin too!" Apple Bloom asked. Apple Bloom was in a situation similar to Roseluck. She was on the side of a cliff, connected to Tran via a series of ropes and a harness. The only different was that she was actually climbing and her harness was for safety.

Also climbing with us were the other 4 members of the extended Cutie Mark Crusaders. While the original 3 Crusaders thought it would be a perfect opportunity to earn their cutie marks, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were reluctant at first due to the belief that they would get dirty in the process. That was, until Scootaloo persuaded them to join us. And what I meant by that was Scootaloo took Tiara's tiara and Silver Spoon's pearl necklace.

"Give me my tiara!" Diamond Tiara yelled.

"And my pearls!" Silver Spoon added in.

The two of them were angrily climbing towards Scootaloo who herself was a few meters ahead of me. There would be no chance of the two of them catching up to Scootaloo. While everyone was tethered to me, Scootaloo wasn't. For one thing, she had pair of wings that functioned. Two, she didn't really need them.

Several months back, I gave Scootaloo a very, very tiny fraction of my soul. It wasn't much. It was literally a quarter of a single percentage. Despite being such a tiny amount, it may have been too much. With it Scootaloo could run three times faster than a normal full grown pony, regenerate from grievous injuries, and would give any normal adult stallion a run for his money in terms of raw strength.

Oh yeah. She can also fly with her wings. Yeah. Flying would be a really big advantage in something like cliff climbing.

"You're gonna have to catch me!" Scootaloo said, taunting the pair of pampered ponies portraying pensive provocation.

"Tran, help us!" Silver Spoon said. I paused. Scootaloo paused. I looked at her. She looked at me.

I looked down at the DT and SP. "Sorry. I'm carrying a heavy load."

"Hey!" Roseluck said.

I looked down to see her glaring at me. "I am quite literally carrying you up the side of a cliff" I said before refocusing on my climbing. Everyone minus Scootaloo was tethered to me as a safety precaution. I had to take it slow and be ahead of everyone though I couldn't rush anyone.

"First!" Scootaloo called out. Not only was she first, she was three meters higher than me. "Come on! We don't have all day." I blinked.

Then I grabbed Diamond Tiara's safety rope and yanked it up with a great deal of force. Diamond Tiara immediately shot up from where she was and quickly went past all of us. She flew a few feet above the top of the cliff before she landed on Scootaloo.

"Oof!" Scootaloo exclaimed.

Diamond Tiara smiled as she grabbed her tiara and returned it to its rightful position on her head. "Hah!" she said, still sitting on Scootaloo.

"Get off of me!" Scootaloo said. Scootaloo got out from under Diamond Tiara, knocking her down in the process. Ironically, this caused her tiara to fall off of her head and over the ledge.

"Don't worry! I caught it!" I said, holding the tiara in view.

Both of them disappeared from my view. "You're lucky we didn't lose that!" Diamond Tiara scolded. "Do you know how much it costs to replace that?"

"I don't know" Scootaloo said. "How much does one stupid tiara cost anyways?"

"What about my pearls?!" Silver Spoon asked. I sighed before I yanked on her safety rope. Like with Diamond Tiara, she shot up to the ledge of the cliff where she safely landed, right on Scootaloo.

"Hey! You're doing that on purpose!" Scootaloo said.

"No I'm not" I replied. It was a good thing she wasn't looking at me or she would have seen my grin.

"Yay!" Silver Spoon said. "Do you know how much these costs?"

"Ah, who cares about some stupid jewelry!" Scootaloo said.

By now I had reached the top. The first thing I did was pull Roseluck up who promptly ran towards a rock before hugging it. I pulled everyone else up before unhooking us all.

"My daddy spent good money on this!" Diamond Tiara said.

"How much does it cost, anyways?" I asked.

Surprisingly, Diamond Tiara wasn't the one who answered. "I'd say 3280 bits" Sweetie Belle said.

Diamond Tiara looked at Sweetie Belle with an astonished look. "How did you know?!" Diamond Tiara asked.

I looked at Sweetie Belle who was already looking at me. "Can I say it?" Sweetie Belle asked. I smiled. Sweetie Belle looked back at the others and cleared her throat. "I know everything!" she yelled with her squeaky little voice. Scootaloo, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and Apple Bloom promptly facehoofed while Sweetie Belle and I started laughing.

Roseluck was confused. "I don't get it" Roseluck said.

"Inside joke" I said in between laughs. I looked at Sweetie Belle. "Let me guess. It's because you live with Rarity."

"Yep!" Sweetie Belle said. "Diamond Tiara's tiara is made of 24 karat gold and platinum. There are five diamonds of varying size but each diamond has a flawless clarity, perfect cut, and consistent white color."

Everyone looked at Diamond Tiara. "Is she right?" Apple Bloom asked.

Diamond Tiara stammered for a few seconds before nodding.

"Do my necklace!" Silver Spoon said with great enthusiasm. "Do my necklace!"

Sweetie Belle didn't waste a second. "It has 19 pearls that are 18 millimeters in diameter with a 24 karat white gold clasp. All of the pearls have been untouched by magic and are in perfect shape. 2760 bits?"

We all looked at Silver Spoon. "Is she right?" Apple Bloom asked.

"Yes!" Silver Spoon answered.

"That tiara is worth more than my salary!" Roseluck said.

I looked at the Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, thinking about the old days. "And to think, I destroyed that tiara the very first day that you met me" I said. "The old days when the two of you were intolerable annoying spoiled brats. Now you're both tolerable and considerably less annoying."

"Hey!" the two of them said.

"Well ya'll always went on about ahr blank flanks" Apple Bloom said.

"So did your daddy buy you a new tiara or did he have it repaired?" I asked.

"I had three spares" Diamond Tiara said.

Everyone, minus Silver Spoon, looked at Diamond Tiara in shock. That is probably one of the biggest wastes of money I have ever heard of. "Sweet Celestia! Why in land's sake would you need that many!" Apple Bloom asked.

"13120 bits. That's an amount you just can't push under the rug" I said.

"I wish I could spend money like that" Roseluck said.

"Last time I checked, your father was worth 62 million bits" I said.

"64.7 now" Diamond Tiara said.

I looked at Silver Spoon. "And I believe your father is at 57 million?"

Silver Spoon just shrugged.

"How much money do you have?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Hmm?" I said.

"What are you worth?" Sweetie Belle repeated.

I paused and did a few mental calculations. "In bits?"

"Yes."

I was actually hoping that they wouldn't ask me this. "Fifty-two." I paused. "Maybe fifty-three."

"Million?" Diamond Tiara asked.

"Nope" I replied.

Everyone was puzzled. "Thousand?" Silver Spoon said, questioning her own thoughts.

And here is the wham line. "Diamond Tiara was closer" I said.

-X-X-X-

I was worth exactly 52.7 billion bits.

Obviously, everyone knows that Equestria uses the bit as their currency. There were three types of bits(gold, silver, and copper). Gold bits were worth 100 bits, silver bits were worth 10 bits, and copper bits was worth 1 bit. Smaller units of currency were coins minted from tin and nickel and were available in 4 different sizes. The largest of the tin coins were worth half a bit. The next one on, in terms of being the largest, was worth a quarter bit. The second smallest was worth a tenth bit and the smallest of the four was worth a hundredth of a bit. It was very similar to how coins worked in the US, other than the fact that the smallest coin was worth one cent instead of being worth ten cents like the dime.

And for some strange reason, any amount of money smaller than a bit was also called cents like the US did. Why? I have no idea. This is actually supported by the TV show. I'm serious. In the episode, The Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000. When the Flim Flam brothers find out that no one wants to buy their tainted cider, they try to lower the price of it. A few lines of dialogue mentions the words 'cent'.

Now bits were worth a lot more than dollars. A single bit was worth exactly $13.80. This meant that I was worth 727 billion dollars. To be fair, I could travel through different universes and couldn't be stopped from doing something like, this may or may not be hypothetical, raid Fort Knox for it's gold.

Then there's the fact that I was the person in charge of repairing the weapons and armor in our group of rail gun toting dealers of death.

Wait a minute, I thought I created all of our weapons from scratch!

Yeah but the cost of the materials that went into manufacturing them costs quite a bit. I'd usually use my magic to pull the materials out of the ground but that only works with common elements like iron or aluminum. The harder to find materials like tungsten, titanium, gems that could be used in enchanting solid objects in the long term, and many more materials were directly bought from suppliers.

Let's say that Andy needs a replacement M9. To make a completely normal M9, I would take some iron that I have stockpiled and refine it into steel using a pretty simple spell. Then I would use my magic to heat the metal up before molding it into the parts needed to make the gun. Then I would put the gun together and I would have a completely bare pistol. The grips would be made of a plastic or wood but the cost of the raw material wouldn't cost much. Overall, it would cost me a few bits to make.

However, Andy did not use a regular M9. He used an M9 that was also a rail gun. The barrel was made of an alloy of steel and tungsten so it could be magnetic. It would need a decent amount of tungsten and it would run me around 1200 bits to make a single hybrid barrel. Let me remind you that this is the barrel of a pistol. The raw materials to create the battery that would power the rails would run me upwards of 3500 bits. Again, let me remind you that this is only for a pistol.

Let's say that I have to essentially replace most of the parts on a minigun. I simply can't recycle the material because its too impure to reuse and re-refining it would be rather irritating. The minigun has six barrels. Each barrel costs the same. Since the barrel on a rifle is much thicker and longer than the barrel on a pistol, it uses more materials. The prices for a single hybrid barrel jumps to 17200 bits. Since I have to make six barrels, that's 103,200 bits total. The power source on the minigun is much more powerful than the power source on a pistol. The raw materials would run me upwards of 600,000 bits. Then there are many other features on Nick's minigun that has to be added in for the damn thing to function that brings the cost up even more.

Then we have our armor. Our armor is on an entirely different league.

For Nick and I, it didn't cost much. All I needed was a source of pure-ish elemental carbon. That's not exactly expensive. Almost everything in and on the world contains carbon.

For everyone else, it was expensive. Let's take Alex's armor. It is probably the most protective out of anyone else's. For one thing, it has to be completely sealed just in case he sets himself on fire.  Just the armored plates alone cost upwards of 220,000 bits. Then the layers of armor underneath it cost nearly 12 million bits. The helmet is worth 6 million bits just by itself. The hydraulics in the armor was another 2 million.

Then there's the armor's power source. Alex's armor had a nuclear fusion generator built into it. This generator charged up a battery and ran off of specialized fuel cells. The generator itself was worth 17 million bits by itself. The battery the generator charged up ran 21 million. The fuel cells, which had to be replaced every 4 months, were used 4 at a time and cost 1 million each.

Then there were other small features in and on the armor that cost even more.

Oh yes. I almost forgot. Ammunition. Ammo is expensive. Nick's minigun fires 3000 rounds a minute. Logan's main weapon fires a round that has to be hand crafted, enchanted, and balanced. The special shotguns that everyone uses costs a lot to create.

Each round has to be created by hand and then enchanted. Let's say Nick's minigun is fired for a single second. In 20 seconds, the cost of the amount of ammo it fired will cost more than the entire minigun. The machines that load each round, create the balanced shape of the bullet/projectile, and inscribe the rounds with the enchantments are expensive. In addition to that, those machines wear our very quickly and are expensive to replace.

Yeah. Expensive. Still, I had an obscene amount of wealth, even to human standards. 52.7 billion bits/727 billion dollars is insane.

In this different version of Equestria, the average pony made 250 bits... A month. A basic Equestrian car was sold at around 450 bits and houses were valued at a little under 11000 bits. Simply giving a percent of a percent of a percent of my wealth to anyone/pony would set them for life.

Imagine the havoc that I could wreak with this wealth.

-X-X-X-

My store, the War and Peace, was not exclusively a weapons store. I also did repairs on specialty clothing items that Rarity couldn't handle with help from Coco Pommel, created magical enchantments on whatever was requested by the customer, teleported people over long distances, repaired magic items, made potions, fixed electronics or whatever passed as electronics in Equestria, made jewelry, perform minor medical examinations, and many other things. This brought in a lot more money that I had expected.

I carefully spun the barrels on Nick's minigun by hand, checking for anything that was out of place. After a few cycles of that, I rubbed my fingerprints off of the gun  with a cloth and polished it a little bit. Nick, who was waiting for me to finish, was standing behind the counter in front of me. "Alright, that will be five thousand, one hundred and seventeen bits. Let's just say fifty-one hundred" I said to Nick.

"Fifty-one hundred bits!?" Nick exclaimed. "Do you really need the money?"

Wait what? "What?" I said. "Exactly what do you mean by that?"

"Why do you need to charge me? You're a billionaire!" Nick said.

Now this is going to be a problem. "Who told you this?"

"Caramel. He tried to borrow money from me, thinking I was as rich as you" Nick said.

Caramel? "Do you know where he got that information from?" I asked.

"Practically everyone is talking about your obscene wealth. Some think you were lying while others are talking about how you should be spending it" Nick said. "Is it true?"

"Yes."

"Then why can't I do some work for you in the future to pay off the cost for repairing my minigun?" Nick asked.

"That could work but do you really want to be doing work for me? Especially me?"

Nick hesitated with his answer. "Yes?" Nick said with massive reluctance.

I laughed for a second. "If I charged you what it really cost, you would be working for me for all of eternity."

"How much did it cost to fix, anyways?" Nick asked.

"A little over half a million" I replied. "Then ammo of course."

Holy crap!" Nick said. "Ammo?"

"Yeah, the rail gun ammo costs fifteen times more than regular ammo" I replied.

"Wait, you never let any of us use rail gun ammo when we're in Ponyville and you take away what we already have" Nick said.

"Yeah. I know that" I said. "We do use up ammo like its nothing in battle. You especially."

"And how much is that?" Nick said.

"Our total ammo budget is more than the ammo budget of Equestria's military." A thought popped up in my mind. "Times three."

Nick looked at me with an astonished look. "Wait, why do you charge me fifty-one hundred to fix my minigun when it cost nearly half a million bits to fix it?"

"For one thing you can't afford the true cost."

Nick nodded. "True."

"And the cost is scaled to your earnings. Its not too high to bankrupt you but its not too low for you to take it for granted. Its at the perfect price to make you cautious of your minigun" I finished.

"Wait, you know my exact earnings?" Nick.

"Construction, paid 2.7 times more than everyone else?" I said.

"That is somewhat creepy considering you know exactly what I make" Nick said.

"I know everything" I said. "Everything."

"How about the-"

"Yes. That too."

He avoided my gaze with an embarrassed look. "Oh." Nick picked up the minigun off of the counter. "Can I buy some ammo for this, the hand cannons, and my shotty?"

"Yeah, give me some time to grab the boxes." I walked over to where we stored our ammo. All of the ammo in the shop was stored in one giant cabinet that took up half a wall of the shop. My shop isn't exactly small. Although its a one story building, the total capacity of my building is a little over two thousand ponies. Two thousand ponies could fit in the entirety my store! However, only half the store was accessible and the other half was used as storerooms to store extra inventory and machines.

Still, the cabinet took up half a wall. 9.4 tons of ammo sat in this cabinet. That's 18,800 pounds of ammunition. The calibers it ranged from would take forever to list.

I opened up the cabinet and brought out six crates of 7.62 Nato, four boxes of .500 S&W, and two boxes of 10 gauge shells. After a few minutes, I brought all of them over to the counter where Nick was waiting. "Consider the ammo free" I said. I watched as Nick dug out a large pouch from his pocket and opened it up to pay for the costs of his minigun repairs.

As I waited for Nick to pay me, a mare walked into the store and right up to us. I had never seen her in the shop before nor in town. "Yes?" I said.

"I'm pregnant with your child!" she told me.

"What?" Nick said, befuddled.

Everyone else in the shop stopped what they were doing whether it was chatting with other customers or browsing firearms. All eyes went on the me and the shop was effectively dead silent.

Nick, who had stopped counting, looked at the mare. "I am personally one of his best friends and not joking about it, know that would never happen" Nick said.

"You were drunk!" she said in response.

I rubbed my chin. "It is theoretically possible for my friends to have children with a healthy mare because they too can turn into ponies, but the same can't be said to me" I said.

"Yes you can!" the mare said.

"No I can't" I said. "For one thing, I have no desire to do as such. I'm also way too young to be a father for your society's standard. The third reason, I couldn't remember very well." I looked off to the side to feign ignorance. "Oh yeah. I'm sterile." Everyone in the shop looked at the mare, scrutinizing her. She quickly walked out of the shop while trying to avoid everyone's stares.

Nick looked back at me. "You're sterile?"

"With the poisons that I play with, I'm amazed that my body isn't a giant blob of decomposed flesh. And I do mean this while taking my regeneration into mind" I said. "Though I believe my blood has turned into the Panacea."

"The what?" Nick asked.

"The cure to all mortal diseases and ailments" I replied.

He nodded in agreement as if it was something that was normal for me to say, which it was. "So billionaire?" Nick asked.

"Very" I replied.

Nick nodded once. "That's about right."

"Eh."

Nick gathered his weapons and boxes of ammo "Peace, man, I'm out!" he said exiting the store, returning seconds later. "There is a literal mob, of ponies outside the store dense enough to stop me."

"Regular ponies, reporters, angry mob, or pirate ninja zombies?" I asked.

Nick looked outside through a window. "Reporters."

"Probably here to ask me questions about my obscene wealth" I said. "If you need me, I'm going to be in Canterlot." I snapped my fingers and was gone in a flash, literally.

-X-X-X-

I found myself underwater in a pool. I quickly swam to the surface and spat out the water in my mouth, with my gum along with it unfortunately. "Gah!" I yelled out.

"Oh! Hello there, Tran!" I heard Fancy Pants say. I looked to wherever the voice came from and voice myself a few feet away from him. "If I had known you were coming, I would have asked my butler to dust off my firearms collection!"

"Yeah well my story has a mob of ponies and I don't feel like chipping my teeth to blind reporters with flashbangs today" I said. "Your wife is trying to sneak up on me, isn't she?" I turned around to see Fleur De Lis. Held above my head was a large blob of water, floating in a light yellow aura. I snapped my fingers and the blob of water was gone.

"Shoot, I was hoping to get you this time" Fleur De Lis said.

"Yeah, not going to happen" I said. I swam to the closest end of the pool and climbed out. With a snap of the fingers, I was bone dry and free from the smell of chlorine.

"So reporters, eh?" Fancy Pants said.

"Eeyup." I took out another stick of gum and started chewing on it.

"Ah yes, they must have questions about your supposed wealth" Fleur De Lis said.

"Exactly who doesn't know about it?" I asked.

Fancy Pants swam to the end of the pool where I was standing at. "My colleagues notified me not three hours ago" Fancy Pants said.

I held up my watch to check the time. "News travels fast. I only told six ponies three and a half hours ago" I said. And I bet it was Roseluck that told someone.

Fancy Pants climbed out of a pool and he teleported a towel onto himself. "By now, everypony from Vanhoover to the Badlands should know about it." For some unknown reason, he was wearing swimming trunks. Why was he wearing trunks?! He's a damn cartoon pony! I've seen this hundreds of times before and it still confuses me!

Both of us heard the sounds of water splashing to the ground and found that Fleur De Lis has climbed out of the pool to join us. Fancy Pants teleported a towel onto her. "Thank you, my dear" Fleur said. She quickly ran the towel around her head and through her mane via magic. "So how much is causing this commotion?"

"I'd like to know that too. My sources has not notified me of such an amount" Fancy Pants said.

"Fifty-two point seven" I replied.

"Not bad. We ourselves are worth seventy-nine point three million" Fancy Pants said. "Though we've definitely had much longer to acquire our wealth."

Ah yes. Age is to factor in too. "I've never asked this before but how old are you two?" I asked.

Fleur De Lis looked at me with a mischievous smile. "Its impolite to ask a mare for her age" she said, joking. "But if you must know, I turned forty-seven two months ago."

Oh yeah, I remember that party. Her cake only had 6 candles to hide her age. It was definitely a fun party. To mirror Rainbow Dash, it was awesome! "Ah yes, I believe I let you drive my truck with free reign." You know the one, my six wheeled ten ton deuce transport vehicle. The same one that I armored and replaced the engines with a pair of shrunken train engines with an unholy amount of power. The same one that also has a regeneration enchantment on the fuel tank.

"So much power in the hooves of such a small mare" Fancy Pants said.

"My offer still stands. Twelve million is a good amount" Fleur De Lis. No. Absolutely not. You demolished like eight run-down buildings with it, tore down twenty something trees, and destroyed a park. She also ran over Nick but he was fine after a few days of recovery. All of that happened in less than ten minutes.

I watched as Fancy Pants facehoofed. "As much as I like trucks of unholy power, I don't think he is going to say yes to the hundredth request" he said.

"One hundred forty seventh actually" I said.

"Fine" Fleur De Lis said. She looked at me with a carnal look in her eyes. "One day it will be mine!"

"How about you, Fancy?" I asked.

"I am fifty-one myself" he replied.

That is another thing about Equestria that I found strange, the age of the ponies. Minutes, hours, days, months, and years were identical to the ones from Earth but everypony had unnaturally long lifespans. Ponies were considered children until age 15, teenagers until age 26, young adults until age 45, middle age until 65, and being elderly started at age 85. Eighty-five years old was when being elderly started! Eighty-five years old! Granny Smith was 137 herself! One hundred thirty seven years old!

I blame magic. To be fair, I am in a world of magical, pastel ponies.

"Exactly why is everypony fussing over an amount like that?" Fleur De Lis asked. "It's not exactly something to cough about but its not high enough to bring chaos."

Time to tell them the shocker. "I think you heard me wrong. I am worth 52.7" I said.

"Yes, we heard you the first run" Fancy Pants said.

"Fifty-two point seven" I repeated. "Billion."

Both of them went wide eyed and dropped their jaws. "What?!" both of them yelled.

"Fifty-two point seven billion" I said. They stood there with the same amazed look for the next minute or so. I got tired of waiting so I snapped my fingers. Large globs of water appeared above them and fell down, drenching both of them.

This actually worked. Both of them snapped out of their stupor. "Do you know how much the richest pony in Equestria is worth?!" Fancy Pants asked me with a little too much volume.

I shook my head despite knowing.

"Two point zero two billion!" Fleur finished for Fancy Pants. "You are worth more than the combined total of all revenue of every store in Canterlot for a month!"

Huh. That's a lot. "Hmm. That must be good" I said.

"You could rent every apartment in Manehattan and Fillydelphia for a hundred years if you felt like it" Fancy Pants said. "Its no wonder that every reporter in Equestria wants to speak with you, you could essentially murder our economy!"

"Ponies are going to be mobbing you for the next few months, whether its to ask questions or to get money from you" Fleur said.

"Yeah, one pony tried to convince me that I had impregnanted her" I said.

"You of all ponies? That's impossible" Fancy Pants said.

"Yeah, sterile and all" I said.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry about that" Fancy Pants said.

"I was kinda the one who caused it so I have no regrets" I said.

"But about your wealth, how has nopony found out until now?" Fleur said. "Somepony must have noticed the numbers in the banks."

"Actually, it's in my own personal vault" I said.

"Backpack?" Fancy Pants asked.

"Yeah. Nothings going to get inside."

"That much power, in a backpack, carried by a teenager armed with more firepower than a tank" Fleur said. "I will pay good money to watch the outcome."

Fancy Pants laughed. "We're talking about possibly the richest pony in history and your want to watch what happens?" he asked. Fleur looked at him with a smile. "I'll have to agree with you on that one."

"So what am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Get rid of the reporters for one thing" Fancy Pants said.

"Well not duh" I said back.

"And do not give money to anypony."

I don't believe in charity to regular people. "Already don't."

"And con artists and investors are going to swarm you and your friends."

I kinda figured that out already. "Really? I didn't know that, even after it already happened."

"And you are now effectively a celebrity and every single one of your decisions will make an impact on society."

Okay, that one. I did not think about that one. It might happen but it might not happen. I do have a lot of infamy, especially with the whole cannibal thing. "Much obliged." I snapped my fingers and was gone in a flash.

-X-X-X-

I found myself in the War and Peace once again. Upon teleporting in, the sound of pounding filled my ears and the store was void of any customers. The only people still in the store was Logan and Calamity. From where I was standing, I could see that the mob of ponies from earlier had grown in size.

"Tran, there appears to be someone asking for you" Logan said.

"You know what, I'll just be working on a few projects until this blows over" I said.

"What type of projects?" Logan asked. "Weapons? Explosives? Explosive weapons?" I just walked into one of the storerooms and locked the door behind me.

"How long do you think he'll be in there?" Calamity asked.

"A day or two probably" Logan said.

One Week Later

Calamity, Logan, Scootaloo, and Twilight were standing in front of the door that lead to the storeroom that Tran had been living in for the past.

"You know, I think it has been longer that a few days" Calamity said.

"Well no shit, Sherlock" Logan said.

"Don't you mean Sherclop?" Twilight asked.

"No."

"Does he have food and water in there?" Twilight asked.

"Well he has his backpack and it has everything" Logan said.

"Well, we're supposed to get paid in a few days so I hope he does" Calamity said. Everyone looked at her. "What?"

"How much longer do you think he'll be in there?" Twilight asked.

"A few more days probably" Logan said.

One Week Later

This time, all members of the Mane Six, the Human Six, the CMC, and Calamity.

"You should be a weather pony" Calamity said.

"Yeah, well go screw yourself" Logan said.

"I have a husband for that" Calamity said.

Everypony looked at her and some of them realized that out of everyone in the group of people/ponies that Tran interacted with, she was probably the only one that was married or had a special loved one(and Fancy Pants of course).

"Language!" Rarity said. "There are children present."

"We're not little fillies anymore" Scootaloo said.

"Somepony knock on the door already!" Rainbow Dash said. Everyone stayed wherever they were standing(hovering in Rainbow Dash's case). Even Pinkie Pie was standing still and was cautiously looking at the door.

Sighing, Sweetie Belle stepped forward and knocked on the door. Everyone heard steps and the door opened later a griffon heavy soldier stepped out. Before anyone could pull out a weapon or attack, the heavy pulled off his helmet revealing Tran's head in pony form. "The door's unlocked."

"For the past two weeks, the door was unlocked the whole time?!" Calamity exclaimed.

"Yes, I just assumed that someone would just enter if they needed me" Tran said. Everyone glared at Logan. Tran simply blinked before going back into the room and shutting the door.

"Well we're idiots" Logan said. Everyone started glaring at him again. "I'm an idiot."

"Yes you are. I'm going back to work" Calamity said while leaving.

"Well, that was a waste of time" Rainbow Dash said. In an instant, she dashed off.

"Bye bye!" Pinkie Pie said before disappearing in thin air.

Apple Bloom looked at the other two crusaders "Milkshakes?" Apple said. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo shrugged and they were off in the next second.

Rarity looked at Twilight. "I believe we were working on your dress?" Rarity asked. Twilight's horn lit up and both of them were gone.

Everyone else looked at Fluttershy and Applejack. "Ah'll be honest. This was a waste of time and ah'm going back to the farm" Applejack said. Applejack walked out of the shop, leaving Fluttershy and the Human Six left.

The six of them looked at Fluttershy who was just standing there. "Um" Fluttershy whispered.

Seconds later, Applejack returned and started dragging Fluttershy out of the shop by her tail. "Come on, sugarcube" Applejack said. It was rather hard to hear considering Applejack's mouth was filled with the end of a pink tail.

"So who wants to bother him first?" Ike asked.

Everyone looked at Andy while he continued looking at the door. "You're all looking at me, aren't you?" Andy said, eyes still on the door. He shrugged seconds later. "Eh, why not." He opened up the door and stepped inside. Seconds later, Andy stuck walked back outside.

"Well?" Ike asked.

"He says that we're all idiots and that he could hear us the whole time" Andy said. Andy walked into the room. Everyone else reluctantly followed suit.

The inside of this storeroom had been converted into a giant workshop and had a number of machine tools scattered around the room. Workbenches, messy tables, buckets of scrap metal, and a tig welder were a few of the other items that were also seen. One prominent item that they could also see was a blackboard. Written on it, in chalk obviously, were math scribbles of that only Asian people would understand.

Tran was leaning against a workbench, looking at the sixth of them. He was still in his pegasus form, wearing the griffon walking tank armor. "Yes?"

"What have you been doing the past two weeks?" Nick asked.

Tran's answer was very simple but it brought interest onto everyone. Everyone there knew that it was a dangerous topic, one that they all knew about. What they really wanted to know was how it benefited them. "Weapons."

"So who first?" Logan asked.

"Right to the point? No explanation?" Tran asked. "Well too bad. I'm going to explain." Tran tapped the chest plate of the griffon walking tank armor that he was wearing. "Remember who wears this?"

"The walking tanks?" Logan said.

"You mean the ones that you tried to punch in the face because you're a fucking idiot?" Alex said.

"Fuck you" Logan said.

"I decided to make some new hardware for us to deal with them" Tran said. He walked over to a messy table and cleared it. "First order of business. I have a new flamethrower for Alex." Tran reached under the table and placed a flamethrower on the table. It was identical to the one that Alex had previously used except it had a shiny, new look to it.

When Alex reached over to grab it, Tran quickly whacked Alex's out-stretched hand with a small rubber mallet. "Ah! Fuck!" Alex screamed while clutching his hand.

"You destroyed your previous flamethrower!" Tran said. "You're paying for this one!"

"What?! You don't even need the money! You're a billionaire!" Alex said.

"I don't exactly pay someone to make these. I have to make them with my own hands meaning I'm wasting my own time!" Tran said in retaliation.

"Well I can't pay for this!" Alex said.

"I know. That's why its taken out of your pay for the next 6 months" Tran said. "I made a deal with your employer."

"What?!" Alex said.

"Maybe you shouldn't be destroying them" Tran said. "Do you want it or not?" When Alex tried to grab the flamethrower again, Tran smacked his hand again. Luckily, Alex was using his unhurt hand and Tran was using a pair of chopsticks.

"What now?!" Alex said, angrily looking at me.

Tran smiled. It wasn't his smile when he thought something was funny or when he was reveling in someone else's pain. No, this smile was the smile that said "we're all going to either like this a lot or hate this a lot".

Everyone was hoping that it was something that they all were going to like. Out of the six people standing there, only one of them was going to like it. Their reactions from hearing what Tran had said were completely justified. Considering what Tran had said, they were probably under-reacting. "Why in the hell would you make something like this?!" Logan said.

What did Tran say? Well...

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"What now?" Alex asked, angrily looking at me.

I looked at the flamethrower and smiled. All six of my original friends immediately adopted looks of worry. I was probably using with my mischievous smile again. "It shoots lightning."

"Why in the hell would you make something like this?!" Logan said.

"And would you give it to him of all people?!" Nick said.

Huh, they're not even curious as to how it works? "Wait, you don't want to know how it works?" I asked.

"No we do" Andy replied. "We just want to know why you would let Alex play with something like that."

"To ease your minds, it only works with my green light. There's a kill switch for the lightning mod that can be switched off wirelessly and its linked to my glasses" I said.

"What?!" Alex said.

"Well lightning is unstable! You're unlucky, but nowhere near Andy levels" I said.

"Still, why would he need that?!" Logan said. "

"Well I found that this armor-" I tapped the suit of armor I was wearing. "Is very electrically conductive. Also, it has an air source built into it and it can withstand high temperatures for quite a while."

"Just imagine using that on normal people" Nick said.

"Pardon?" Andy asked.

"Set on fire and struck by lightning. This is where you're supposed to give up" Nick said. We all nodded. "So how does it work?"

The explanation. I love explaining things. "There are four states of matter, liquid, solid, gas, and plasma. Plasma, the least common of the states, has the ability to conduct electric currents. Fire is a plasma. Technically, lightning is also a plasma but some sciency-schmiency stuff later, I have a lightning flamethrower. Any of our suits can wirelessly power it as long as we have a strong enough power source. Technically, this applies to everyone except for Nick and I."

"Can't really complain about that" Nick said.

"Well you do use a minigun!" Alex said.

"Wait, you're saying that I could probably use that?" Andy said.

Everyone, including me, looked at Andy and said the exact same thing. "No!"

"Aw" Andy said.

"It actually took me a while to design it. A few hundred volts are pulled from any high level power source within three feet and supercharged when it is run through a series of tesla coils built alongside the hose that carries the napalm. The electric current follows the flowing stream of plasma that is the fire and goes into whatever is on the receiving end. The electric current that actually hits holds a a little under a billion volts and nearly ten thousand amps."

"Now you're going to tell us it melts flesh or something" Ike said.

"Actually it does" I said.

"What?!"

"That already happens in a fire. The weaker tissues boil and basically melts" I added in. "Imagine if I went with my first idea."

"Do we really want to know about the first?" Ike said.

"Well, I used my first idea for my own personal flamethrower" I said.

"Oh god" Ike said.

"My flamethrower can no longer shoots napalm or gasoline" I said.

"Are you sure that's an improvement?" Logan asked me.

In a small flash, a flamethrower appeared on the table. It resembled the M2-2 flamethrower and it would have been one if it was't made of the strongest materials that I had available. Besides that, nearly everything about it was the same.

"Well, it shoots chlorine trifluoride now so I'd say its an improvement" I said. All six of them were looking at me with an expression that told me they knew nothing about what I just spouted out. "Chlorine trifluoride is the most violent fluorinating chemical agent every created and probably will ever be created. When the Nazis first discovered it, they declared it to be too dangerous."

Now they were looking at me with faces of horror. "And" I continued. "It burns at 4500 degrees Fahrenheit."

"Jesus Christ, what will you use that for?" Ike asked.

"Killing dragons" I replied without a second thought.

"Killing dragons?" Nick asked.

"Yeah."

"With fire?" Logan asked.

"Eeyup."

"Killing dragons, with fire?" Austin asked.

"Pretty much."

"Okay" the three of them said.

"Oh and it can set fire to just about anything."

"And what do you mean by that?" Austin said.

"Well it can set fire to things like wood, paper, clothing, hair, flesh" I said.

"That doesn't seem that bad" Andy said.

"Bricks, sand, asbestos, things that have already been burned, ashes" I continued on.

"Oh, I was wrong. V-Very wrong" Andy added in.

"Some plasmas, water, ice, snow, the air, and magic" I said, finishing my statement. "And the fire is completely unquenchable. It only goes out when it burns out completely or runs out of fuel."

"How in the hell did you work with it?" Ike asked. "You said it sets fire to magic. Magic!"

"I froze the chemical in time. It's only unfrozen when it leaves the nozzle" I replied.

"So what can survive it?" Alex asked.

"Eenope" I replied.

"That's it?" Nick asked. "Eenope?" It's an unquenchable 4500 degree fire. Do I really need to say anything else? Now that I think about it, do you know how many materials that can withstand that temperature without melting? I can literally count them out with my fingers.

"Eeyup."

"Bunkers?" Logan asked.

"If the trifluoride reaches within ten feet of a bunker, the people inside are doomed" I said. "Actually if you are within ten feet of me when I'm firing it, you might spontaneously turn into ash from the heat of the fire alone, body armor or not. Want to see a demonstration?"

"No!" everyone yelled.

"Why not?" I asked.

"No!" they repeated.

"Fine." That was when I remember one of my favorite traits about chlorine trifluoride. "Oh and when the fire is finished burning, it doesn't leave ash."

"Why are you telling us this?" Austin asked. "So it doesn't leave ashes. That's not too bad."

"Any reaction creates byproducts. A normal fire usually leaves a lot of ashes and carbon" I said. Basic rule that every reaction obeys. Simple. "When chlorine trifluoride burns, it leaves behind hydrofluoric acid as a byproduct. It rates a 2 on the PH scale."

"So unquenchable fire that will burn anything at 4500 degrees and it leaves deadly acid?" Nick asked.

"Yeah."

"Can we move on before we want to step very far away from you?" Austin asked.

"Right, I had something for each of you" I said. I looked at Logan. "Since you're so keen at punching walking tnaks like an idiot, I decided to make you a pair of gauntlets." I snapped my fingers and my flamethrower disappeared in a flash. Replacing it was a pair of gauntlets. They looked like they were ordinary metal gauntlets other than the pairs of tubes attached to the top of each gauntlet.

Logan picked up the gauntlets and slid them onto his hands. "What do they do? I see the tubes and all but I'm completely lost here" Logan said, examining them.

Now this is going to be fun. I walked up to Logan and jabbed Logan in the stomach with a left hoof.  "I want you to punch me in the chest" I said.

"What?" Logan said.

"You heard me." I tapped the chest plate of the griffon walking tank armor that I was still wearing. "Right 'ere."

"Are you going to punch me back?" Logan said.

"No." I watched as he traded looks with the others before finally punching me right in the chest. The sound of an explosion filled the room and I was sent flying back. I finally stopped when I hit the back wall and fell to the ground.

After getting back up, I walked over to Logan. "Now, that was fun!" I said.

"Oh, I see how it is. I send you flying with a Gravity Hammer you get pissed but when Logan sends you flying with an explosive punch, you're all fine and dandy" Nick said.

"What in the hell happened?" Logan asked, looking at the gauntlet he was still wearing.

"See the two pipes attached to each gauntlet?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"They're pneumatic spikes that activate when a punching force of five hundred pounds is achieved. Both gauntlets are identical other than the fact that one is meant for the other hand. When the spikes activate, they punch through whatever tough material is in the way and stabs the victim with a poisonous compound" I explained.

I looked down at my chest where Logan had punched me. The griffon tank armor had two clean holes punched through it. Each hole was charred and seeping blood. I pulled off the chest plate, revealing a much different story.

I was in my pegasus form and my fur/skin was white so it was rather obvious to see the extent of my new injuries. To start things off, a large portion of my chest(Yes, even in pony form, it was still called a chest) was now missing. Well to be fair, the flesh was ripped off because of an explosion from the punch. The flesh that surrounded the massive wound/cavity was charred and displayed advanced necrosis, AKA decomposed flesh. The tissue that wasn't charred or started decomposing had large fleshy bulbs growing out of it and were seeping blood and pus.

"That's going to hurt in the morning" I said. Logan looked down at the gauntlets. Then he looked back at me. "I guess you'll want answers."

"No! We're fine not knowing what happened" Andy said. Nick looked at Andy and smacked him upside the head.

"Thank you" I said. "The spikes administer a dose of dimethylcadmium. Dimethylcadmium is the single most toxic chemical ever devised and will be devised. Exposure to it causes failure of the nervous system, the muscles, the organs, and the bloodstream. It also affects the bones and the five senses."

"So the everything?" Nick said.

"Pretty much" I replied.

"Wait, what are those then?" Andy asked.

I looked down. I believe he's talking the fleshy bulbs on my chest. "You mean these?" I asked, prodding one of the fleshy bulbs.

"Yes." Andy said, walking over and lightly prodding one of the bulbs.

"These are tumors, and I wouldn't touch them." I replied, lightly swatting his hand away.

"Are they contagious?" Andy asked in a fairly concerned tone, wiping his hand on his trousers.

"Nah, it's just annoying." I said looking down at the bulges.

"Are you telling me those are cancerous tumors?!" Andy asked, as if he was expecting such a thing.

"Eeyup, very lethal and delicious." I said contemplating cutting a few  off and making them into a tumor sandvich.

"I forgot to mention that dimethylcadmium is extremely carcinogenic and basically causes super cancer. If you thought cancer was bad you've never seen super cancer..." I started but then Logan cut me off.

"Does it wear a cape and can it see through walls unless they're made of lead?" Logan quipped with a stupid grin on his face.

"Yes, they're actually sapient and in fact this tumor right here..." I pointed to the largest of the bulges and continued "Is telling me your every thought as we speak."

Logan's expression flattened into one that basically said "screw you" but he said nothing.

"I heard that!" I said reaching into my pocket and unwrapping a stick of gum before tossing it into my mouth, savoring the minty freshness. I covered up the giant chest injury with the chest plate to avoid staring.

"Wait, where did that explosion come from?" Logan asked.

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that" I said. "Dimethylcadmium, when exposed to water like that in blood, creates a lot of hydrogen gas and heat."

"So big fire-y internal explosion?" Andy said.

"Pretty much" I said.

"So if they don't die from the everything failure or the cancer..." Logan started.

"Don't forget the two giant puncture wounds from the pneumatic spikes" I said.

"Those too" Logan said. "Or the super cancer and the rotten flesh. They're going to explode?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there's no kill like overkill" Logan said. "Wait, should we be worried about your chest?"

Well, my chest should be horrifically damaged for a few hours or so before it starts regenerating. "Moving on..." I said looking over my companions, deciding on who's new toy would be displayed when Nick, appearing like a giddy little kid spoke up.

"Me! What did you make for me?!" He exclaimed, the excitement was practically dripping from his voice.

"Nick for you I made..." I paused for a few seconds, adding some suspense to the delivery.  "Nothing. Nothing, because one; you can LITERALLY rip them apart with your bare hands and two, I had to replace your minigun." Nick's expression dropped as if I had told him Santa wasn't real. "Oh and by the way Santa isn't real either."

"Awww man, why would you tell me that?! Ass" Nick said crossing his arms and looking at the ground with a huff. I laughed internally at this and continued looking over the group.

"Andy, step forward and receive your prize!" I said fishing through my pockets for his new additions to his armory. "Hmm. Loose 20mm rounds, head of Medusa...Hitler's mustache, Ah there they are! No, wait these are Minuteman warheads."

"Aren't those nukes?" Logan asked, not surprised at all but still wary of my shenanigans.

"No they're chocolate bars, what else would they be?" I replied, looking through some of the odds and ends from my pockets. The Spear of Destiny, A V-2 rocket that I'm supposed to give to the Crusaders, various unmarked vials, a sample of Ebola, and a half eaten cheese sandvich. I eventually found the items I was looking for and presented them to Andy who had stepped forward.

"Another pair of M9's, modified with our standard hybrid barrels." I presented Andy a pair of holsters similar to the ones that I used to carry Yin and Yang. They were two M9s stuck in them, like I said.

"Does he really need two more?" Logan asked.

"I had to reload in that battle. Do you know what this means?" Andy asked. "Do you?!"

Logan looked back at him with an unamused look. "Does this make nine now?" Logan asked.

"Yes" Andy replied.

I held out another weapon(everyone in the room, minus Andy and I, took five steps back). This weapon was much bigger than an M9 and once Andy took it, chaos and destruction radiated from him.

Elsewhere

Discord got up from Angel's favorite spot on the couch and shivered. "I did not sign up for this!"

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Held in Andy's hands was a Hawk MM-1. The Hawk MM-1 is a grenade launcher. To be specific, its a grenade launcher that holds twelve rounds of 40mm grenades.

"Tell me that's not loaded" Logan said.

"Maybe" I said.

"What could possibly go wrong?" Andy asked.

Everyone in the room ran behind Nick. "Why am I the shield?" Nick asked.

"Because you're Nick and your fleshy" Alex said.

"It's a Hawk MM-1 twelve shot 40mm grenade launcher" I said. "It has the same hybrid barrel as our other firearms." Everyone behind Nick pushed him forward towards Andy. "And I modified it to only shoot solid, non-explosive projectiles."

"We sacrifice you to appease the Andy!" Logan said.

"Why me?!" Nick exclaimed.

"Because you're the biggest and best possible sacrifice!" Logan replied.

"Can I just ask why you would give that to him?! Wait, why would you give him that but nothing to me?" Nick said.

"Well he does need a way to get rid of those walking tanks and again, you can rip them apart" I said.

"But, Andy!" Nick said.

"Exactly" Andy said.

"Muffins! But really, you have no need for another weapon. Oh and the tooth fairy isn't real either" I replied, savoring my friend's further deflating expression.

"Tran, you are literally worse than Hitler. I wish you nothing more than a painful, gum-less death." Nick said, reading off the index card someone has slipped to him. He looked up at me horrified as he realized what he had said.

"Who gave Nick that card?" I asked, eyeing them all with a certain death glare. Everyone looked up and whistled innocently, though a certain nano-suit clad comrade of mine looked like he was trying his best to stifle a laugh. In an instant, Logan's face met the underside of both of my boots due to an unexplained double footed drop kick. I recovered and landed on my feet while Logan fell to the ground with a broken nose despite being protected from his nanosuit.

Logan clutched his nose and spoke in a nasally voice. "I don't know if it was worth it or not but brain damage!"

"And now for Ike" I said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a revolver. This revolver wasn't exactly small. It was massive. It wasn't as massive as Nick's Blue Rose or S&W Model 500 but it was big. The gun was jet black and the cylinder was shaped like a triangular prism instead of a cylinder.

Ike took the revolver and popped open the cylinder. "What?" Ike pointed the revolver towards the ceiling and dumped out 3 metallic rounded cones into his left hand. They were incredibly tiny and looked nothing like bullets. "What are these?"

"They're technically the bullets" I said.

"These tiny things?" Ike asked.

"Yes. That technically isn't a firearm/railgun hybrid like all of our other weapons" I said. "Its only a railgun."

"Wait, I know I'm going to sound stupid later but how is this a good weapon? The bullets are tiny" Ike said. To be fair, each of the three metallic cones that Ike was holding in his hand were smaller than the ammo that you would buy for a pellet rifle.

"You're right, you're going to sound like an idiot later" I said. "It's a railgun. Just a simple railgun."

"Then what's with the size and shape?" Ike asked. "Especially the cylinder?"

"Well, I stuck as many magnets into it which means I had to redesign the cylinder so it could hold the magnets. Because of this, the bullets had to be smaller and it can only hold 3" I explained. "Now you're going to ask why."

"Yeah."

"The extra magnets and the bullets' small size makes it fly really fast" I replied.

"How fast?" Ike asked.

"Like twenty-five times the speed of sound."

Ike held up the revolver and looked at it. "Jesus Christ!"

"Yeah, it will punch through just about everything" I said.

"How about tanks?" Ike asked. "I'm not talking about the griffons wearing the same armor you're wearing, I'm talking about the tank vehicles."

"Yeah, it will punch through them too though I wouldn't try it out. The bullets are too tiny to cause any real damage to the vehicle. To actually do something, you'd actually need to know where the griffons inside are sitting or standing" I explained. "You should only use it on the walking tanks."

Ike inserted the 3 tiny bullets back into the rail gun revolver. "I'll try to remember that."

"So that leaves me" Austin said. Everyone looked at Austin, then at me.

"Just a new shotgun" I said. I trotted over to a workbench and stuck my head under the table. Seconds later, I came back up with a shotgun held in my mouth. I dropped the shotgun onto the table before wiping my mouth with a free hoof.

The shotgun looked like a normal double barrel shotgun. It had two barrels, one trigger, no hammers, and a release lever. "It looks like a normal shotgun" Austin said.

"Pick it up and open it up" I said.

On a normal double barrel shotgun, there is a lever. When this lever is hit/moved, the shotgun breaks open and pops out spent shells. This makes it easier/faster to reload.

When Austin walked up and picked up the shotgun, he hit the shotgun's release lever. Once this happened, the quarter rear portion of the double barrel shotgun's barrels popped off of the shotgun. "What the hell?" Austin said.

I walked over to where the rear portion of the shotgun landed. I picked up the quarter portion of the shotgun's double barrels with my mouth and trotted back over to the table. "The shotgun fires only one type of shell and it fires both barrels when you pull the trigger. It only fires both barrels at a time, it can't fire one at a time."

"Wait, how is this supposed to take out walking tanks?" Logan asked.

I looked at the quarter rear portion of the double barrel shotgun's barrels. "It's a thermite shotgun. Both barrels combined, fires half a pound of thermite. It should be able to melt through walking tank armor. Simple yet effective."

"And it'll hurt like hell" Logan said.

"Why couldn't you give that to me?!" Nick said.

"You can rip them apart with your hands!" I said.

Austin laughed at Nick. "I'm the medic!"

I looked down at the griffon walking tank armor that I was still wearing. I looked back up and I filled the room with a flash of light. When the light disappeared, I was once again in my human form. Everything about me was almost the same. I had my robes on over a fleece jacket and my usual outfit(a white dress shirt and black dress pants), my numerous weapons and Yin and Yang were in their right places, and I was holding the Sparda in my right hand.

There were a few new details. I no longer had a backpack on. Instead of a backpack, I now had a heavy-duty satchel that looked like it was made of canvas. Key word, it LOOKED like it was made of canvas. It was mostly made of graphene, the same material I used to make my robes. I covered the outside and inside of it with canvas to give it a better feel and look. The entire thing, including the strap, was colored black and looked completely inconspicuous.

Why did I have a satchel? Well, my back was now occupied by something else now. What now took the spot on my back where my backpack used to be was this:

(Imagine this but with gold accents on the blade)

"What is that?" Nick asked, pointing to the monstrous weapon.

"Nothing" I replied. Obviously it was something or else I wouldn't have been carrying it around.

It was a little something called a gunstock war club. It's a pretty obscure weapon if you try to find information about it. Basically, its a club used by Native Americans in the 16-19th century. They were rumored to have been made when Natives picked up rifles that had already been shot and snapped of the barrels, keeping only the wooden gunstocks. Not exactly the fanciest of all weapons but they were deadly considering they added crudely-made blades/studs.

Mine wasn't exactly made of a wooden gunstock nor did it sport crudely-made additions. Mine was made out of silicon carbide.

What? It's not made of nanokevlar or a titanium-tungsten alloy? That's a new one.

Well, time to explain what exactly is silicon carbide before some of you start googling it and reading about it on Wiki. Basically is what happens when you combine carbon(6th element on the periodic table) and silicon(14th element on the periodic table). Together, carbon and silicon makes silicon carbide. Silicon carbide is used for two things. One, as an abrasive(basically sandpaper). Two, armor. Silicon carbide is the basis to chobham armor. Chobham armor is used in the British Challenger tank and the American Abrams tank.

Now I'm going to go into a rant here.

The Abrams tank is damn near indestructible. If you're a fan of video games, then the Abrams tank functions almost identically to other tank. Quite possibly the most obvious example of this is Battlefield 3 and 4 where the Abrams tanks function the same way as the Chinese Type 99 tanks and the Russian T90 tanks. Obviously, they would do this to prevent unbalanced fights. In-game, taking out an Abrams requires a few blocks of C4 or shooting it once or twice with another tank, but do you really know how ungodly durable the Abrams is?

The Abrams is essentially indestructible. I'm serious. Ever since the Abrams was introduced in the 1980s, zero have been destroyed by enemy fire. Before you try to prove me wrong, there have been destroyed Abrams tanks. However, those were caused by ludicriously large amounts of explosives. Here's a pretty good story about how indestructible this things is.

Once upon a time in the Middle East during the Gulf War, there was an Abrams Tank. One day, the Abrams was traveling through the desert by itself when it got stuck in a giant pit of loose sand. This was also when four enemy T-72 tanks tried to ambush and destroyed the Abrams. Most people would assume the four T-72s would win, right? Well they'd be wrong. Very wrong. The four enemy tanks fired upon the Abrams tank, thinking that they would win. Instead, the Abrams shrugged off each round and started firing back. Two of the T-72s were destroyed before the last two tried to run away. While trying to run away like the cowards, another was shot and destroyed. What happened to the fourth T-72 you ask? Well, it tried to hide behind a wall of sand. What did the Abrams do? Well, the Abrams saw the T-72's exhaust using thermal imaging and then fired a round. The round punched right through the sand and destroyed the last tank. And so the story ends.

Oh wait. I forgot a few details. The Abrams was still stuck in a giant pit of sand! More FRIENDLY tanks came by and they decided it was easier to destroy the still-stuck Abrams instead of wasting valuable resources trying to pull it out. I don't blame them. On rough terrain, the Abrams tank's mileage is roughly 2 gallons to the mile. Reread that last sentence. I know some of you read it wrong but if you don't want to reread it, the Abrams's mileage is 2 gallons to the mile. 2 gallons of gas to travel a single mile. To be fair, the Abrams is quite possibly one of the heaviest tanks in history at 68 tons and it uses a literal jet engine as a power source. After removing the crew from the still-stuck Abrams, they destroyed the still-stuck Abrams by shooting it with a few friendly Abrams... Or at least they tried. After shooting it 8 or 9 times, they found that the Abrams was still completely intact! There is a catch, one of the 8 or 9 rounds fired actually caused the still-live ammo inside of the still-stuck tank to explode which damaged the turret.

Surely it was destroyed now! Nope. It only damaged the tank's turret. What finally ended all of this nonsense was a tractor. An honor-to-God tractor. A tractor, of all things, pulled the Abrams out of the sand pit. After the unstuck Abrams had the damage to the turret repaired(they just replaced the turret for simplicity's sake), it was put back into action...

Yeah... It's really hard to destroy. If Battlefield 3/4 was realistic, every Abrams tank would be like a god-tier item. It would be completely unfair. The only way to seriously cripple it with conventional means is to damage the treads, making it incapable of moving from one place to another. This actually creates another problem. The Abrams has essentially been turned into a very-to-kill bunker with a gigantic gun mounted to it.

Another thing is that every Abrams tank can be outfitted with additional armor which can then be outfitted with even more armor...

But back to what I was saying. Silicon carbide is essentially the real life version of adamantium. My gunstock war club was almost entirely made of the damn material and it gave it a nice color. The blade on it was three inches wide and four inches long and was made of the same titanium-tungsten alloy that I used for everything else for my friends. The blade didn't really need to be sharp considering the gunstock war club is not a precise weapon. It's made to be brutal.

Now here's a really interesting addition that I gave it. Inside of the club were several gold weights. Yes, gold weights. Normal people would use lead or something but gold is pretty(and I'm not exactly normal). As a material, gold is heavy. It's only 5% lighter than lead. Why did I use it instead of lead? I just felt like it. I kinda have a lot of extra gold on-hand because of an incident that definitely does not involve stealing from Fort Knox.

With the gold inserts, my gunstock war club tipped the scales at 40 pounds(a regular one would weight 3-8 pounds). Why was it so heavy? Well the purpose of the club is so I can have a melee weapon that could take care of the walking tanks that the Griffon Empire uses. Normal beings would have trouble holding the thing, much less swinging it around so it couldn't be used against me. It also required a decent amount of skill to use and it required no magic. Basically, things I all like.

My custom club fit snuggly in this fancy leather carrier I tooled for me. With it, I could carry it snuggly on my back. The same leather carrier could also have the Sparda strapped on the outside of the things. Useful.

"What is it for?" Nick asked.

"Smashing coconuts" I said.