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The Escape - Chapter 1

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>You lay down under a tree.
>"It's nice out today, don't you think?"
"Yeah. It is."
>You look up at the clear blue sky.
>It really is a nice day today.
>"...hey, Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>"I want you to make me a promise..."
>You look over to your companion and give her an playful exaggerated frown.
"And what would that be?"
>She smiles back, while holding back a giggle
"Well..."
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>You slowly open your hazy eyes.
>Oh, look, such a pretty blue sky-
>HOLY SWEET JESUS
>LUNGS ON FIRE
>you roll over around and quickly cough up the water in your lungs.
>unfortunately, your arm doesn't comply, and you fall on your face.
>OW, PAIN.
>Your clothes are also soaking wet with water, and half of your shirt is covered in blood, originating from your shoulder.
>Oh, so that's why your arm is being a bitch.
>After taking a minute to make sure the contents of your lungs are empty, you stand up and get a good look around.
>You're surrounded by trees bearing apples. Most likely an orchard.
>A pretty big orchard, at that. The trees go out pretty fa-
>Oh right. Your arm is bleeding. You should probably take a look at that.
>You take off your soaked shirt and get a good look at your shoulder.
>Seems like you scratched the top of your arm on something pretty badly.
>You can't remember exactly.
>Bits of skin were missing, and it was bleeding pretty excessively for a scratch.
>Huh, guess that's why it's not hurting as much as it should.
>Most of the blood that used to be there is now on your shirt.
>You tear off one of the sleeves and tie it around the wound.
>Although it probably won't help much, since your makeshift bandage is already covered in blood and water.
>Whatever.
>The orchard is at an odd angle, and seems to be going uphill.
>Maybe you can figure out where the hell you are by hiking to the top.
>Actually, how did you even get here?
>Wait, brain, systems check.
>Name?
>Anon.
>Age?
>Nineteen, I think.
>What planet are you on?
>Earth hopefully.
>Yep, everything seems to be fine. You were probably at a bomb party or something-
>Ohey, you're at the top of the hill.
>Holy shit, that's a lot of color.
>You look down to the town riddled with pastel houses.
>Is that a house made out of pastries? Why is there a carousal there.
>Well, guess that really was a damn good party.
>There's a farm relatively close to you though, so it might be a good idea to stop there first.
>Maybe someone can help get your arm patched up.
>Right as you take your first step, you notice the small orange blob dart between two trees from the corner of your eye.
>You get a good look at the tree you saw the figure hide behind.
>Okay, debrief.
>Some unknown figure is currently hiding from you behind a tree.
>It didn't make it's presence known, yet it's smart enough to actually take cover to remain undetected.
>You've seen enough MarbleHornets to know where this is going.
>Then again, you're covered in blood and your clothes are soaking wet.
>So it's understandable why someone might want to hide from you.
>Throwing caution to the wind, you call out to whoever is hiding.
"Hey, over there, behind the tree. I hurt my arm pretty badly out here, and I could use some help."
>No response.
>"Listen, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I just need some help."
>Damn, that sounded cliché as fuck. Good job screwing up diplomacy.
>Then again, maybe nobody was there.
>You take a single step and start walking over to the tree, just before the orange figure walks out from behind it.
>Wait, what?
>It's a freakin' horse.
>And orange horse.
>With apples tattooed on it's ass.
>All of your what.
>You take a deep sigh before letting out a good laugh.
>A little louder than you meant to, at least.
>The orange horse took a step back, slightly startled by your outburst.
"God, what the fuck happened at that party. First, gingerbread houses, now radioactive mutant hors-"
>"Hey, who ya'll callin' a mutant? Yer' the strange lookin' one here."
>It.
>Just.
>Talked.
>You stare at the monster in silence for what felt like minutes, before letting out another little laugh.
>It wasn't really little.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO. EN-OH. NOPE."
>The orange horse just stares at you with a look of confusion.
>Odd, for a horse, it has some pretty human facial features.
>In fact, it didn't really look too much like the horses you've seen.
>It had a slightly larger head, with big eyes.
>Oh, and it can talk. Right. Almost forgot about that one.
"Well, whatever dude. Clearly, I'm still fucked up from last night, so if you'll excuse me,"
>"And where do y'all think yer' goin'?"
>You let out another laugh, although this one was more of a chuckle.
>Talking horses was more amusing than it should be.
"Who? Me? I'm walking over to that barn down there. Hopefully there's, you know, PEOPLE there."
>"Oh, you mean sweet apple acres?"
"Uh. I guess."
>"Well I was just headin' back there. You're free to tag along if ya'd like."
"Sure, why not. I've never talked to a horse before."
>She shoots you a "are you fucking serious" face.
>"For yer' information, I'm a pony. And I don't think you'll find any 'people' over there."
"And why would that be, Miss Pony?"
>"Because I help run the place! And mah names Applejack. Nice to meet you... err-"
"Anon. Short for Anonymous."
>"Well, nice to meet you Anon. I'll try ta' get you fixed up when we get back."
"No clue how you plan on doing that, but alright. Whatever floats your boat."
>Right, so recap. You're walking with a talking pony
>in a colorful world
>that has houses made out of food.
>God, what the fuck are you on right now.
>You take a few more steps in silence before suddenly feeling heavy.
>Your vision starts to blur before you fall face-first into the dirt below.
>You should really stop falling on your face.
>As the world around you goes black, you can hear Applejack call out your name.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srKhvIQfzew
>"Haha! Never thought your little baby could push 88!"
>You look over to your partner in the backseat.
>You give him a stoic glare that could pierce the heavens before winching in pain and focusing back on the road.
>That gash on your shoulder looks worse than it is, at least, that's what you hope.
>You didn't really have time to get a good look at the wound earlier
>You were too busy making a sprint to the car.
"Hey, once we get this back to Rosa, I promise I'll replace it something from the last decade."
>Thank god it's this late at night. There's not too much traffic to worry about.
>Then again, you were navigating the streets of a populated city.
>You were just in one of the more rural areas.
>While driving nearly 90 miles per hour.
>In a 1992 Sedan.
>"Well fuck. Guess a thirty-second head start doesn't help much."
>You look into the rear view mirror. He was right.
>A midnight black van was gaining on you.
"Think you can handle it Mark?"
>Before you can even finish your sentence, he already opened the sun roof.
>He reaches for his M4 Carbine before pulling himself up.
>"HEY, NO SHARP TURNS, A'IGHT? ITS HARD ENOUGH TO AIM AS IT IS."
>He's standing in the car, but with his upper torso sticking up out of the hole in the roof.
"Yeah, no problem."
>You shoot him a quick thumbs up, but quickly put it down when you realize he can't see it.
>You take a quick glance at the cardboard box on the passenger seat.
>It's about the size of a portable television.
>Pfft, all this trouble over some hunk of metal junk.
>Rosa better keep her promise.
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>Well this feeling is familiar.
>You open your eyes, the world slowly coming into focus.
>You're laying down in a bed, albeit a little uncomfortably.
>Smaller than what you're used to.
>You pull yourself up, but quickly grab your shoulder in pain.
>Well, at least it's dressed properly now.
>Guess the owner of the place went looking for his horse and found you.
>Might as well go downstairs and properly thank him or her, now that you're up.
>You stand up and slowly shuffle out of the room,
>you're still a little groggy from the blood loss.
>As you walk down the stairs, you decided to call out to whoever was there.
>Hopefully, you don't startle anyone.
"Hey, I'm up. Thanks for patching me u-"
>You see the orange pony sitting in front of a table.
>surrounded by five other ponies.
>all staring at you
"...I never asked for this."

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>You lay down under a tree.
>"It's nice out today, don't you think?"
"Yeah. It is."
>You look up at the clear blue sky.
>It really is a nice day today.
>"...hey, Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>"I want you to make me a promise..."
>You look over to your companion and give her an playful exaggerated frown.
"And what would that be?"
>She smiles back, while holding back a giggle
"Well..."
--------

>You slowly open your hazy eyes.
>Oh, look, such a pretty blue sky-
>HOLY SWEET JESUS
>LUNGS ON FIRE
>you roll over around and quickly cough up the water in your lungs.
>unfortunately, your arm doesn't comply, and you fall on your face.
>OW, PAIN.
>Your clothes are also soaking wet with water, and half of your shirt is covered in blood, originating from your shoulder.
>Oh, so that's why your arm is being a bitch.
>After taking a minute to make sure the contents of your lungs are empty, you stand up and get a good look around.
>You're surrounded by trees bearing apples. Most likely an orchard.
>A pretty big orchard, at that. The trees go out pretty fa-
>Oh right. Your arm is bleeding. You should probably take a look at that.
>You take off your soaked shirt and get a good look at your shoulder.
>Seems like you scratched the top of your arm on something pretty badly.
>You can't remember exactly.
>Bits of skin were missing, and it was bleeding pretty excessively for a scratch.
>Huh, guess that's why it's not hurting as much as it should.
>Most of the blood that used to be there is now on your shirt.
>You tear off one of the sleeves and tie it around the wound.
>Although it probably won't help much, since your makeshift bandage is already covered in blood and water.
>Whatever.
>The orchard is at an odd angle, and seems to be going uphill.
>Maybe you can figure out where the hell you are by hiking to the top.
>Actually, how did you even get here?
>Wait, brain, systems check.
>Name?
>Anon.
>Age?
>Nineteen, I think.
>What planet are you on?
>Earth hopefully.
>Yep, everything seems to be fine. You were probably at a bomb party or something-
>Ohey, you're at the top of the hill.
>Holy shit, that's a lot of color.
>You look down to the town riddled with pastel houses.
>Is that a house made out of pastries? Why is there a carousal there.
>Well, guess that really was a damn good party.
>There's a farm relatively close to you though, so it might be a good idea to stop there first.
>Maybe someone can help get your arm patched up.
>Right as you take your first step, you notice the small orange blob dart between two trees from the corner of your eye.
>You get a good look at the tree you saw the figure hide behind.
>Okay, debrief.
>Some unknown figure is currently hiding from you behind a tree.
>It didn't make it's presence known, yet it's smart enough to actually take cover to remain undetected.
>You've seen enough MarbleHornets to know where this is going.
>Then again, you're covered in blood and your clothes are soaking wet.
>So it's understandable why someone might want to hide from you.
>Throwing caution to the wind, you call out to whoever is hiding.
"Hey, over there, behind the tree. I hurt my arm pretty badly out here, and I could use some help."
>No response.
>"Listen, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I just need some help."
>Damn, that sounded cliché as fuck. Good job screwing up diplomacy.
>Then again, maybe nobody was there.
>You take a single step and start walking over to the tree, just before the orange figure walks out from behind it.
>Wait, what?
>It's a freakin' horse.
>And orange horse.
>With apples tattooed on it's ass.
>All of your what.
>You take a deep sigh before letting out a good laugh.
>A little louder than you meant to, at least.
>The orange horse took a step back, slightly startled by your outburst.
"God, what the fuck happened at that party. First, gingerbread houses, now radioactive mutant hors-"
>"Hey, who ya'll callin' a mutant? Yer' the strange lookin' one here."
>It.
>Just.
>Talked.
>You stare at the monster in silence for what felt like minutes, before letting out another little laugh.
>It wasn't really little.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO. EN-OH. NOPE."
>The orange horse just stares at you with a look of confusion.
>Odd, for a horse, it has some pretty human facial features.
>In fact, it didn't really look too much like the horses you've seen.
>It had a slightly larger head, with big eyes.
>Oh, and it can talk. Right. Almost forgot about that one.
"Well, whatever dude. Clearly, I'm still fucked up from last night, so if you'll excuse me,"
>"And where do y'all think yer' goin'?"
>You let out another laugh, although this one was more of a chuckle.
>Talking horses was more amusing than it should be.
"Who? Me? I'm walking over to that barn down there. Hopefully there's, you know, PEOPLE there."
>"Oh, you mean sweet apple acres?"
"Uh. I guess."
>"Well I was just headin' back there. You're free to tag along if ya'd like."
"Sure, why not. I've never talked to a horse before."
>She shoots you a "are you fucking serious" face.
>"For yer' information, I'm a pony. And I don't think you'll find any 'people' over there."
"And why would that be, Miss Pony?"
>"Because I help run the place! And mah names Applejack. Nice to meet you... err-"
"Anon. Short for Anonymous."
>"Well, nice to meet you Anon. I'll try ta' get you fixed up when we get back."
"No clue how you plan on doing that, but alright. Whatever floats your boat."
>Right, so recap. You're walking with a talking pony
>in a colorful world
>that has houses made out of food.
>God, what the fuck are you on right now.
>You take a few more steps in silence before suddenly feeling heavy.
>Your vision starts to blur before you fall face-first into the dirt below.
>You should really stop falling on your face.
>As the world around you goes black, you can hear Applejack call out your name.

--------
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=srKhvIQfzew
>"Haha! Never thought your little baby could push 88!"
>You look over to your partner in the backseat.
>You give him a stoic glare that could pierce the heavens before winching in pain and focusing back on the road.
>That gash on your shoulder looks worse than it is, at least, that's what you hope.
>You didn't really have time to get a good look at the wound earlier
>You were too busy making a sprint to the car.
"Hey, once we get this back to Rosa, I promise I'll replace it something from the last decade."
>Thank god it's this late at night. There's not too much traffic to worry about.
>Then again, you were navigating the streets of a populated city.
>You were just in one of the more rural areas.
>While driving nearly 90 miles per hour.
>In a 1992 Sedan.
>"Well fuck. Guess a thirty-second head start doesn't help much."
>You look into the rear view mirror. He was right.
>A midnight black van was gaining on you.
"Think you can handle it Mark?"
>Before you can even finish your sentence, he already opened the sun roof.
>He reaches for his M4 Carbine before pulling himself up.
>"HEY, NO SHARP TURNS, A'IGHT? ITS HARD ENOUGH TO AIM AS IT IS."
>He's standing in the car, but with his upper torso sticking up out of the hole in the roof.
"Yeah, no problem."
>You shoot him a quick thumbs up, but quickly put it down when you realize he can't see it.
>You take a quick glance at the cardboard box on the passenger seat.
>It's about the size of a portable television.
>Pfft, all this trouble over some hunk of metal junk.
>Rosa better keep her promise.
--------

>Well this feeling is familiar.
>You open your eyes, the world slowly coming into focus.
>You're laying down in a bed, albeit a little uncomfortably.
>Smaller than what you're used to.
>You pull yourself up, but quickly grab your shoulder in pain.
>Well, at least it's dressed properly now.
>Guess the owner of the place went looking for his horse and found you.
>Might as well go downstairs and properly thank him or her, now that you're up.
>You stand up and slowly shuffle out of the room,
>you're still a little groggy from the blood loss.
>As you walk down the stairs, you decided to call out to whoever was there.
>Hopefully, you don't startle anyone.
"Hey, I'm up. Thanks for patching me u-"
>You see the orange pony sitting in front of a table.
>surrounded by five other ponies.
>all staring at you
"...I never asked for this."

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