- >>Vietnam
 - >>You're out on your first patrol with 4 fluffy G.I.s
 - >>You spent the last 8 weeks training these little bastards to eat bullets and shit nails
 - >>It's an experimental unit, the laughingstock of the military, implemented only to coincide with the recent granting of fluffy suffrage
 - >>Sometimes the job feels like a punishment
 - >>Other units snicker whenever you go by
 - >>But no one fucks with you, they know how fuckin tough you are
 - >>And that's how tough you made these goddamn fluffies
 - >>Over time these dumb bastards became your closest friends
 - >>You gave 'em nicknames - Munsta, Big BooBoo, Smarty Friend, and Bad Poopies
 - >>They call you "Fwuffy Mumma", much to your chagrin
 - >>These guys are your whole world now, and now that training's over, it's time for them to prove themselves
 - >>Now you're in the jungles, patrolling for Vietcong
 - "Smawty fwiend, take point. Bad Poopies, cover our six with the SAW."
 - >>Goddammit, you even talk like them now
 - >>You notice a clearing up ahead
 - >>A lone fluffy pony is lying in the center
 - >>It is waving a hoof
 - >>Weeks of training collapse immediately
 - >>Munsta is the first to go, running out for "hugsies"
 - "PWIVATE! Get back here, NOW!"
 - >>Bad Poopies drops the SAW and runs out into the clearing. "Fwen! Hewwo! Give hugsies!"
 - >>You keep shouting, to no avail
 - >>Munsta reaches the lone pony and begins hugging it. "Pway! Pway!"
 - >>The pony simply continues to wave; it does not move otherwise
 - >>This is more than enough for Big BooBoo, who now runs out to join the rest
 - >>The only one who remains behind is Smarty Friend
 - >>You got it right when you named him
 - >>He looks like he's about to bolt forward though
 - "Don't you fucking move, private. Hold your position."
 - >>You smack him on the helmet for emphasis. >>"Owies! Ok! No move, sawge!"
 - >>You watch as the other three ponies huddle around the waving body
 - >>You know its dead
 - >>Sweat runs down your face
 - >>There is a loud bang
 - >>Blood blossoms from BooBoo's backside
 - >>He goes down, screaming. "OWIES!! Hewp! Hewp! Fwuffie huwt!"
 - >>You throw your arm in front of Smarty Friend, holding him back
 - "All of you, GET BACK HERE!"
 - >>Munsta and Bad Poopies huddle around the wailing BooBoo, trying to hug him
 - >>They don't understand what happened
 - >>You were able to desensitize them to gunfire, but they never understood where bullets actually came from
 - >>There is another loud bang
 - >>Munsta's left front leg is blown clean off
 - >>He flips on his back, screaming in agony
 - >>Bad Poopies looks down at him, dumbfounded. "What happen to fwen legsie?"
 - >>A bullet slams into his head, blowing out his left eye
 - >>Blood sprays out his nose and mouth as he falls
 - >>Bad Poopies is dead
 - >>You realize now that the sniper isn't trying to draw the fluffies out
 - >>He's trying to draw YOU out
 - >>This fucker is going down
 - >>You know he's shooting from a knot of conifers up ahead
 - >>You also know that once he knows you know where he is, he's going to bolt
 - >>Not happening
 - "Stay here, Smawty. Don't move, unless you want to end up wike Bad Poopies."
 - >>"No wan to be bad poopies..."
 - >>You leave him, heading into the trees
 - >>Munsta was the team sniper
 - >>All you have is an SMG
 - >>It'll have to do
 - >>Staying out of sight, you make for the sniper's nest
 - >>You catch a flash of him - he's covered in moss and grass, fixated on the kill zone, where Munstah and BooBoo are bleeding out
 - >>They call out to you
 - >>"Fwuffie Mumma hewp fwuffie! Pwese! Fwuffie scared!"
 - >>You duck behind a tree
 - >>Swallow nervously
 - >>You can't afford to get spotted
 - >>Suddenly, your eye catches a flash of movement
 - >>It's Smarty Friend, advancing past you
 - >>You didn't even hear him
 - >>Sonuva bitch remembered his stealth training
 - >>You signal at him frantically, but he doesn't see it
 - >>You watch him go
 - >>You see the trap before he does
 - "SMAWTY FWIEND! NOO!"
 - >>Leaf and stick cover on the ground break away into a pitfall. Smarty Friend falls in. You hear a sickening thud.
 - >>Just then, the sniper runs out, pistol in hand
 - >>He thinks he caught you
 - >>In that instant, you recognize his face
 - >>It's Cheng Nyet Vu, an elite Vietcong sniper who's been ravaging units in the region
 - >>Command has placed a high bounty on his head
 - >>But you don't give a shit
 - >>This fuck killed your friends
 - >>He lifts his gun
 - >>You don't even give him a chance
 - >>The SMG kicks violently, spraying bullets
 - >>Nyet Vu is torn to shreds
 - >>He falls to the ground, dead
 - >>You rush out to the killzone
 - >>BooBoo is dead, and Munsta is fading fast. He looks up at you, eyes glassy
 - >>"Mumma... mumma..."
 - "You're going to be just fine, pwivate. Hold on."
 - >>You try to stop the bleeding, but it's too late. Munsta dies.
 - >>You check the decoy pony
 - >>A wire was tied to its hoof
 - >>Grief stricken, you return to Nyet Vu's body
 - >>You get down on your knees and peer into the pitfall
 - >>Smarty Friend is inside
 - >>He's impaled on a wooden stake
 - >>He's still breathing
 - >>You radio for immediate evac
 - >>When you return home, you are hailed as a hero
 - >>Fluffy ponies in the military become a hot button media issue
 - >>Hippies and peaceniks label them as "tools of the corporate warmachine", while communists call them "imperialist shills"
 - >>They are targeted nationwide as enemies of the peace, and become scapegoats of the war
 - >>The military, for its part, vaunts the bravery of fluffy ponies, hailing them as "brave defenders of democracy
 - >>Tens of thousands conscripted
 - >>In the first month of deployment, 95% casualty rate, 0 confirmed kills
 - >>The project is scrapped, and survivors are quietly committed to Agent Orange testing
 - >>Meanwhile, you receive an honorable discharge and a sizable sum of cash for your deeds
 - >>You retire to a farm in the midwest
 - >>The air is clean, peaceful
 - >>Smarty Friend hobbles around on an artificial limb
 - >>He is your best friend, and you give him all the hugsies and pway he wants
 - >>Once a year, you set the table for 5
 - >>Spaghetti, of course