Title:           Prompt 56
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Thursday 18th of December 2014 12:26:51 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 18th of December 2014 12:26:51 PM CDT

1.      56
2.      Ghouls like you have had a rough life. Fighting in the war, seeing all of your comrades getting brutally murdered by various Zebra magics, witnessing the horrors of the megaspell bombs, surviving in the irradiated wasteland for two hundred years.
3.      The good news is that you're totally not maladjusted and insane!
4.      Right?
Rocks
ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS!
Oh and some pebbles, a few stones, and one very heavy boulder.
Of all the things in the wasteland that had to be used on me, it had to be a bunch of igneous accretions of the mantle.
Hmm?
Oh right, who am I you might be wondering?
I’m Dalamov Bush, formerly of the living unicorn breeds, now a ghoul.
So what is a ghoul?
Some spectral being that comes to haunt all the little fillies and colts?
HA
If that was the case, why haven’t I moved my ectoplasmic rump out of here yet?
No a ghoul is what you get when someone decides to buck it all and drop balefire on everything in a rather shoddy matter.
See I got caught at the edge of the blast, so I didn’t die
Well at least not completely.
Im now stuck with my flesh being somewhat peeled off, rotten and very much looking like these rocks were my erstwhile tomb.
It’s not that bad, I heal in radiation and all
Unfortunately I’m a great deal easier to injure and weaker, as obvious by the fact my leg is practicing earth bending without understanding the concept too clearly.
Good news is I am faster while in radiation, such as from the radium in the walls here.
Heh I have rocks to thank for my troubles and rocks to thank for saving me from them.
It all comes back to rocks really you see.
This whole war that happened, my being stuck here, even you have rocks to thank for being here, well if you know what I mean.
Oh I’m rambling?
Heh, probably it’s just my old age getting to me, well that or maybe I’m going feral.
Eh, feralism is a mighty touchy subject for ghouls, see it’s something that could happen to any of us.
Basically when you live long enough, you start to lose it, maybe it’s just from seeing everything you know die, a bad day, or even you just go insane from living so long.
Sort of like Nightmare Moon if you think about it.
She was just an insane Luna, but damn was she ever the looker.
Oh no no, I wasn’t alive when she was first around, I’m not that old. She just came back a few years before the war, part of why the stripes went so crazy.