Continue the story. Obviously.
Equestria Invading
Chapter 4
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nohardfeelings
As I make my way through the streets undetected, hidden form sight and mind by my suit, I watch as the Equestrians tear this city down. Throughout all the streets and alleys and avenues and boulevards, patrols of golden-armored ponies march, armed with swords and spears and all manner of magic I'd rather not think about.
Even as humans flee before them, the patrols make their way form building to building, residence to residence, smashing open doors and conducting on the spot inspections of the people and things inside. Even from the sidewalk, I can hear all the noise coming from within the inspected buildings; yelling voices, furniture breaking, tables being thrown over, people being injured and thrown about. Eventually, the ponies come out; sometimes alone, other times accompanied by humans in manacles, who are lead to iron airships and taken....well, I'm not so sure. As humans flee out of their way, the ponies look upon them with disdain and suspicion, no doubt looking for any faces that the Crown has put a warrant on.
In their wake, I see crowds of humans gather outside their ransacked homes and stores and restaurants and workplaces, looking like the mother of all tornadoes just flew through town. Many are injured. Many more are crying. Many more simply look like they've been emptied out y whatever happened to them. Many more, disturbingly enough, look genuinely content, as if the ponies went and sucked all the bad emotions out of them....which, I do suppose, is pretty close to the truth.
No, this won't stand. Not any longer.
Even as humans flee before them, the patrols make their way form building to building, residence to residence, smashing open doors and conducting on the spot inspections of the people and things inside. Even from the sidewalk, I can hear all the noise coming from within the inspected buildings; yelling voices, furniture breaking, tables being thrown over, people being injured and thrown about. Eventually, the ponies come out; sometimes alone, other times accompanied by humans in manacles, who are lead to iron airships and taken....well, I'm not so sure. As humans flee out of their way, the ponies look upon them with disdain and suspicion, no doubt looking for any faces that the Crown has put a warrant on.
In their wake, I see crowds of humans gather outside their ransacked homes and stores and restaurants and workplaces, looking like the mother of all tornadoes just flew through town. Many are injured. Many more are crying. Many more simply look like they've been emptied out y whatever happened to them. Many more, disturbingly enough, look genuinely content, as if the ponies went and sucked all the bad emotions out of them....which, I do suppose, is pretty close to the truth.
No, this won't stand. Not any longer.
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