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InnaEquestria Razorback Origins

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InnaEquestria - Razorback Company
Histories
----------
>a match lit up and was flicked onto the pinewood and started burning as bright as a star.
>but not as bright as the moon above...
>it was a sleepy night back in PonyVille, where all the ponies, warmed up in their soft, cushy beds and covered with their easy-folding blankets are sleeping soundly.
>Well, not everyone is having the same night.
>The comrades of the RazorBack Company are just having their fun of their own
>they laughed at their flaws, clinking with their beer bottle, drunk as Berry Punch could ever be
>they say around the campfire and started telling their own stories of having over-the-top victories and bitter defeats...
>but what about their origins? Violin thought to himself
"What did you guys do before coming to Equestria?"
>And here comes the epic tale of how the comrades' lives were....
-------------
Filth
>Iraq
>Assault/Ambush
>Born in Iraq
>Part of the freedom fighters
>Involved with multiple missions of mortaring american bases and just in general resisting any united nations presence.
>Be 20
>It is now 2004
>On a mission to destroy any UN proximity somewhere on the Iraq border.
>Begins mortaring at the apparent location of the enemy
>After sending round after round is eventually spotted by a UAV
>Sees a bright flash and a large metal object approach from the sky
>Allah akbar
>Finds himself in a magical land with ponies and shit
-------------
>the whole squad became quiet...
"So you love explosives?" SapperJ asked.
>Filth nodded
"I love you." SapperJ hugs him tight
>I rolled my eyes away and asked anyone else that wanted to tell a tale.
-------------
Ghost
I was in the SAS, British Special Forces. I was like any other there, but a day came when I got a call, from one General Shepherd.
>clenches fists and grumbles under his breath
He was assembling a team of some of the finest soldiers on the planet, known as Task Force 141. Man, you wouldn't believe some'a the shit we got up to. The main purpose of this was to take down a Russian Ultranationalist terrorist responsible for tricking the entire of Russia into war with the US by means of a massacre of their own people.
For the most part, it was me, Roach, Price and Soap against the world. Before long, that became true.
Me, Roach and a squad of TF 141 soldiers assaulted his safehouse on the Georgia-Russian border, trying to recover a DSM full of sensitive info. We only just made it out of the forest. Roach went down, firing as much as he could at the tangos just pouring out of the trees. The whole thing's still fresh in my memory...
>shells falling left, right and center, dirt flying everywhere
"I've got you Roach, hang on!"
>throws a handful of markers into the forest
"Thunder 2-1, I've popped red smoke in the treeline, prepare to engage on my mark!"
>"Roger that, I have a visual on the red smoke. Standing by."
>Roach's hands find an AK, keeps fighting, the tough sod
"Thunder 2-1, cleared hot!"
>"Roger that, cleared hot."
>Little Bird hovers low, miniguns in full spin, pumping round after round after round into the trees.
>Roach is fading
"Roach, hang in there!!"
>Roach blacks out
"Come on, get up!!!"
>I help him to his feet, as consciousness returns
"Get up, get up, we're almost there!"
>PaveLow lands, hangar door drops down, Shepherd waiting inside. A welcome sight.
>"Cover them, move, move!"
>Soldiers emerge, covering our approach, safety at last!
>"Do you have the DSM?"
"We got it, Sir!"
>"Good. That's one less loose end."
>Shepherd brings out his .44, and Roach falls.
"NO!!!"
>I scramble for my gun as hastily as possible
>I see the flash, hear the bang, but I feel nothing.
>Slowly, I open my eyes to find myself in a giant white room.
>Approached by a large, quadrupedal figure, undiscernable as to race or figure, vision still blurry as the adrenaline rushes out of my veins.
>"Welcome, Ghost. I take it I was just in time?"
"..."
"..."
"I nearly 'ad the bastard."
And that's how. I got no idea what happened after, or is happening now, seeing as I don't know where, or rather, when we are. I just hope Price and Soap get what needs to be done, done.
Godspeed, you magnificent sods.
-------------
>the whole squad became quiet, just to imagine that scene of betrayal.
-------------
PonyStrangler
>American
>Close Combat/Ambush
>Joined JTF night operations unit
>Specialized in close combat and ambush actions
>Sent to Iraq border in 04 after several VIP's
>Ended up being sold out by navy politics goon
>Entire town used as a choke point
>Started losing it due to inability to strike back during the day, begins experimenting with explosives
>Discovers the right mix to propel grenades via old mortar tube, tape, and small charges
>Becomes target of actual mortars
>Before impact raises middle finger
>After/inbetween/during/somehow ends up giving middle finger to big ass talking narwhal-tiny horse thing
>Doesn't get killed and vows to stay away from cocaine as long as alcohol and possibility of combat, getting paid, or ponies that do not serve hay
-------------
>Fix broke the silence by asking me what was my origins.
>I disregarded his question and continue asking for anymore tales.
>Fix pestered as he asks me continuously
>I broke when he found out my journal as he reads it out....
------------------------
Journal Entry #1
>What was the biggest lie you have ever given to yourself?
>Everyone has to lie to themselves in order to look netter or worse to people
>was it "I love her" or "I trust you"?
>was it "I hate myself" or "I wish I die immediately"
>even if you deceived people, thinking you're better than your corpse-rotting body, spreading lies just to gain the likes, you're wrong
>you will never wash away your past...
>never...
>what was the biggest secret I told myself?
>She didn't die. We didn't bury her...
>I didn't load my chamber back in earth. I didn't shoot myself in the face, only to find out I felt no pain
...
------------------------
>I, face palming, tell my tale....
------------------------
Violin
>I had a life.
>No, not the life of walking around, killing Dogs for Celestia.
>A normal life...
>I was a star in university: All the guys want to be me, all the girls want me.
>Girls would swarm me, asking me to go out with them or help them do something but knowing their full intentions, I ignore them like winds passing my ears.
>Then I met her.
>She was smart, beautiful, wise, everything an actual man wants to have.
>I, clever enough to know, didn't use my charms on her. Her priority is academics.
>We slowly got together as my friends and hers gently nudge is towards each other.
>Who knew we actually hang out more than we should? We were going out on sweet romantic dates, having our barking yet 'uncalled for' arguments and finally had our marriage.
>I met her at a park, the moon shining upon us like a peeping blushing Tom. The moon rises from the pond and the bridge's shadow forecast upon the pond filled with lilypads and some sleepy fishes.
>I got to my knees and made my move.
"I do."
>It was a moment I will never forget but it wasn't the only moment I will forget...
>It was December 2012.
>Me and my beloved wife were walking down the sidewalk as she holds our 3 months old son in our arms.
>A speeding car came by and ran over them but not me...
>The lies that I told myself...
-------------
>Corporal RainbowWarrior
>Nationality: American
>2014
>Field Medic in NATO regiment, stationed outside Kunduz, Afghanistan
>Doing Rounds on wounded soldiers, inflicted from a rockslide while on a recon mission.
>I hear some distant rumbling
BOOM
>A Howitzer shell hits a row of Humvees
BOOM
>At this point, soldiers are scattered everywhere
>Another shell hits our mess hall (Damn it it was Taco Night!)
BOOM
>I see soldiers left and right dying from the sheer impact and blasts.
>Shit the Med tent.
>I see Private Wheeler, with a broken leg stranded in his tent.
>A good solider never leaves a man behind
>Fireman's carry him to nearest chopper, and they take him away.
>"Rainbow! All full here! find another way out!"
>Just as they pull up, I hear another shell whistling through the air.
>I look up to see a 105 mm headed right for me.
>Everything turns white.
>I see some sort of Angel in front of me.
>No.....It's a white unicorn with angel wings.
>"I am Princess Celestia....here to give you, Rainbow Warrior another chance at life. Your courage and compassion will reward you greatly. Do you accept?"
>YES!
>I wake up to see a small group of soldiers around me inside some royal throne room.
-------------
>Canada
>Combat Engineer (DGE Op?)
>Born in Canada
>Joined the Canadian Forces right out of highschool because of Afghanistan
>On second tour as a combat engineer
>Driving to just outside Kandahar City for the infantry who found a possible IED
>Set up perimeter as per normal
>I draw the short straw for checking it out and "defusing" it
>Demon suit goes on
>Standing right on top of the thing, placing my charge to detonate it
>Notice the command wire sticking out of the dirt nearby
>Well fuck
>Huge explosion, everything goes black
>Wake up in a hospital surrounded by pastel ponies
>Oh my god, 4chan was right all along
>Celestia approaches and gives me the low down, offers me my kit back minus the EOD suit
>Accept
>Pray that Bon Bon is just Lyra's friend
-------------
Leatherhoff
>Sergeant Leatherhoff
>Nationality: American
>Late 2013
>Member of USMC Anglico, rigorous training paid off well
>Stationed in Kandahar, Afghanistan
>Squad and I were watching a weapons smuggling operation from afar, on the roof of a small building
>Two cars pull up to each other in the middle of a road
>Two guys dressed in trench coats get out of their cars
>One guy opens his trunk, it's full of suitcases of cash
>Second one opens his, full of AKs and other assorted rifles
>Squad captain decides it's time to cancel the operation
>Calls in CAS (close air support), as we werent far from the targets
>Before he could finish the request, an RPG hit the front side of the building and militants start opening fire on us
>We get behind cover and request an EVAC, because there were alot of those fuckers
>One by one, my squadmates start running low on ammo
>Spot 3 RPGs on other rooftops
>They start aiming for the base of our building, trying to take the building out
>Squad leader gets hit in the shoulder, all of a sudden start to hear a loud crumbling of sorts
>Building collapses, I fall to the ground along with my teammates who were lucky enough to survive
>Barely awake, look up and see a giant stone slab about to fall on me
>Close my eyes, ready for death, but it doesn't come
>Open eyes, see that I'm in a palace or some shit
>"Welcome home, Leatherhoff."
>Princess fucking Celestia
>Turn around, see other soldiers in the same room
And that's how I'm here now.
-------------
Mr. McSisterfister
>The year is 2030
>The UN invaded the United States in order to quell what it says is a civil war
>I, as well as a few other /k/ommandos, have been hunting blue hats for the better part of 5 years
>We have walls of blue helmets lining the walls of our Detroit stronghold
>One fateful day we are bringing back more helmets
>I trip and accidentally knock Ivan's Vodka out of his had
>The bottle falls to the earth and shatters
>Both he and I stare at the bottle for a second
>Ivan then shouts something unintelligible before raising his Obrez at me
>The ensuing Fireball completely atomizes my body
>I awake to see a white horse with a horn and wings promising me monstrous amounts of pussy just for killing dogs
>Done
>I'm suddenly in a room with other fuckers
>That one with the skull mask has a British patch on his shoulder
>I don't like britbongs
-------------
HollowCase
>You felt a lot heavier all of a sudden!
>You found yourself holding your big machinegun, with your grenade launcher and your machete dangling from your belt like always.
>How odd!
>You looked around and saw two groups of strangers.
>One was some bewildered looking humans in combat gear who were staring at you funny.
>You checked to make sure you had your mask on.
>You did!
>The other were some weird dog things.
>They were growling at you, and that was mean.
>You gave them a mean look and grabbed your grenade launcher.
>Nobody growls at you!
>You blew them up a bit and shot and stabbed them.
>The humans just stared at you the whole time.
>Most people do that!
>After you finished with the nasty dog things, you walked over to the humans and scribbled in your notebook.
>You couldn't really talk, so this was how you communicated.
>"Where am I, and are you nice people?" you asked them.
>They just looked at you in shock for awhile.
>It must have been the blood, it made people do that.
>They said something about Equestria, and that yes, they were very nice.
>That's good!
-------------
Sgt. Jeff
"They say when you leave the army, it's always hard to re-assimilate back into civilian life. I am a testament of that. It's not like I didn't enjoy the army; don't get me wrong. I make Trombley look like he's shooting blind. I did my tour, I just... wanted something more. Did I find it? Hell no. I took up a security job for a casino. Most action I ever saw was pick-pocketers and people with light sticks. Would it be right to say the military 'institutionalizes' your life? I miss the routine, my friends, maybe even pop a hajji or two. I went home wishing to do something more with myself. Then it showed up...
A little scroll, out of thin air. Silken parchment wrapped up like a present sat on my couch. The offer, I'm sure you all know. How could I refuse? How could any of us. I signed it and lit it ablaze. Next thing I know, Celestia's in front of me with a smile on her face. A new lease on life, a new chance to make friends and comrades. Why the fuck not?"
-------------
Swe
>2015
>Live in Sweden,join the military after finishing university.
>Get assigned to Livsregementets Husarer as an markstrids officer.
>Winter 2015
>get sent to the northern border for some reason.
>russia wants to be a bitch and invades trough finland.
>me and my platoon gets assigned to defend the town of satter.
>But the fuckers used light armor.
>We manage to disable most of the tanks with heavy losses.
>I remember seeing a T-90 roll trough a forest to the west of us.
>Seeing burst into flames by the hands of a Strv 122 we had with us surely strengthened the morale of my men.
>I barely get to finish the thought before the Strv 122 exploded.
>I look down and see a large chunk of shrapnel sticking out of my chest.
>Everything went black,i felt nothing.
>But suddenly,a white horse materializes before my eyes.
>So much for going to valhalla.
>The white horse promised great riches and lot of pone pussy,just for killing some dogs.
"Why the fuck not" I said.
"I'm already dead anyway".
>everything went black again.
>Wake up in a camp.
>The rest is history.
-------------
SapperJ -
Apparently I like hugging people. And explosives. Wow, I should have been born in Afghanistan!
>Chuckle a bit and hit my cigarette.
"I just like blowing things up, don't know. I liked to play with fire as a kid haha."
>Flick cigarette, grab a beer.
" I did want to join the army, get to blow things up for free, with some nice materials. To many arson charges though. Ended up being a mechanic at a local auto shop."
>Take a swig from the cold brew.
"Made homemade devices, tested them out wherever I could get away with it haha, poor national forest. Ever out that way stop off the eastern pathways, plenty of craters for your entertainment."
>Wide grin.
Hines -
>I frown
"Way I see it, you would've done better working for the government in Rwanda. Bastards never passed up an opportunity to wipe something out."
>I stare into the fire for a moment, and the realization hits me.
"Including me. That's it, isn't it? I'm dead. WE'RE dead."
Leatherhoff-
>takes a sip of rum
Well, I didn't die. I would have known if a five hundred pound slab of concrete had landed on me. I didn't feel anything, just a slight nervous sensation when I realized I wasn't dead.
Swe - >swigs the last of my whiskey.
Hell,now to think of it,shrapnel trough the chest doesn't hurt that much either.
>looks down at camp fire, sticks hand out for warmth
Yeah... What do you think, Case?
HollowCase -
>Hastily scribbles in his notebook
The last thing I remember were the weird people who took care of me putting a gun to my head, I never saw them pull the trigger.
>Scribbles again
Also, I didn't see the princess, I just appeared in the middle of nowhere at first
Ghost -
I don't care that I died anymore. I just hope it was worth it. I hope Soap and Price put an end to that bastard.
Sapper J -
"All I remember is seeing the damn Hummer3 that was about to tbone me at an intersection. Red means stop jackass.."
>lean back. Look up at the alien constellations above us.
"Come to think of it, I don't remember the impact either."
Sprog -
I remember an explosion, but nothing much else. Maybe I got pulled right before the trauma? Or maybe that's why I woke up in the hospital instead of the throne room or whatever.
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InnaEquestria - Razorback Company
Histories
----------
>a match lit up and was flicked onto the pinewood and started burning as bright as a star.
>but not as bright as the moon above...
>it was a sleepy night back in PonyVille, where all the ponies, warmed up in their soft, cushy beds and covered with their easy-folding blankets are sleeping soundly.
>Well, not everyone is having the same night.
>The comrades of the RazorBack Company are just having their fun of their own
>they laughed at their flaws, clinking with their beer bottle, drunk as Berry Punch could ever be
>they say around the campfire and started telling their own stories of having over-the-top victories and bitter defeats...
>but what about their origins? Violin thought to himself
"What did you guys do before coming to Equestria?" 
>And here comes the epic tale of how the comrades' lives were....
-------------
Filth
>Iraq
>Assault/Ambush
>Born in Iraq 
>Part of the freedom fighters
>Involved with multiple missions of mortaring american bases and just in general resisting any united nations presence. 
>Be 20
>It is now 2004
>On a mission to destroy any UN proximity somewhere on the Iraq border.
>Begins mortaring at the apparent location of the enemy
>After sending round after round is eventually spotted by a UAV
>Sees a bright flash and a large metal object approach from the sky
>Allah akbar 
>Finds himself in a magical land with ponies and shit
-------------
>the whole squad became quiet... 
"So you love explosives?" SapperJ asked.
>Filth nodded
"I love you." SapperJ hugs him tight
>I rolled my eyes away and asked anyone else that wanted to tell a tale.
-------------
Ghost
I was in the SAS, British Special Forces. I was like any other there, but a day came when I got a call, from one General Shepherd.
>clenches fists and grumbles under his breath
He was assembling a team of some of the finest soldiers on the planet, known as Task Force 141. Man, you wouldn't believe some'a the shit we got up to. The main purpose of this was to take down a Russian Ultranationalist terrorist responsible for tricking the entire of Russia into war with the US by means of a massacre of their own people.
For the most part, it was me, Roach, Price and Soap against the world. Before long, that became true.
Me, Roach and a squad of TF 141 soldiers assaulted his safehouse on the Georgia-Russian border, trying to recover a DSM full of sensitive info. We only just made it out of the forest. Roach went down, firing as much as he could at the tangos just pouring out of the trees. The whole thing's still fresh in my memory...
>shells falling left, right and center, dirt flying everywhere
"I've got you Roach, hang on!"
>throws a handful of markers into the forest
"Thunder 2-1, I've popped red smoke in the treeline, prepare to engage on my mark!"
>"Roger that, I have a visual on the red smoke. Standing by."
>Roach's hands find an AK, keeps fighting, the tough sod
"Thunder 2-1, cleared hot!"
>"Roger that, cleared hot."
>Little Bird hovers low, miniguns in full spin, pumping round after round after round into the trees.
>Roach is fading
"Roach, hang in there!!"
>Roach blacks out
"Come on, get up!!!"
>I help him to his feet, as consciousness returns
"Get up, get up, we're almost there!"
>PaveLow lands, hangar door drops down, Shepherd waiting inside. A welcome sight.
>"Cover them, move, move!" 
>Soldiers emerge, covering our approach, safety at last!
>"Do you have the DSM?" 
"We got it, Sir!"
>"Good. That's one less loose end."
>Shepherd brings out his .44, and Roach falls.
"NO!!!"
>I scramble for my gun as hastily as possible
>I see the flash, hear the bang, but I feel nothing.

>Slowly, I open my eyes to find myself in a giant white room.
>Approached by a large, quadrupedal figure, undiscernable as to race or figure, vision still blurry as the adrenaline rushes out of my veins.
>"Welcome, Ghost. I take it I was just in time?"
"..."
"..."
"I nearly 'ad the bastard."

And that's how. I got no idea what happened after, or is happening now, seeing as I don't know where, or rather, when we are. I just hope Price and Soap get what needs to be done, done.
Godspeed, you magnificent sods.
-------------
>the whole squad became quiet, just to imagine that scene of betrayal.
-------------
PonyStrangler
>American
>Close Combat/Ambush
>Joined JTF night operations unit
>Specialized in close combat and ambush actions
>Sent to Iraq border in 04 after several VIP's
>Ended up being sold out by navy politics goon
>Entire town used as a choke point
>Started losing it due to inability to strike back during the day, begins experimenting with explosives
>Discovers the right mix to propel grenades via old mortar tube, tape, and small charges
>Becomes target of actual mortars
>Before impact raises middle finger
>After/inbetween/during/somehow ends up giving middle finger to big ass talking narwhal-tiny horse thing
>Doesn't get killed and vows to stay away from cocaine as long as alcohol and possibility of combat, getting paid, or ponies that do not serve hay
-------------
>Fix broke the silence by asking me what was my origins.
>I disregarded his question and continue asking for anymore tales.
>Fix pestered as he asks me continuously
>I broke when he found out my journal as he reads it out....
------------------------
Journal Entry #1
>What was the biggest lie you have ever given to yourself?
>Everyone has to lie to themselves in order to look netter or worse to people
>was it "I love her" or "I trust you"?
>was it "I hate myself" or "I wish I die immediately"
>even if you deceived people, thinking you're better than your corpse-rotting body, spreading lies just to gain the likes, you're wrong
>you will never wash away your past...
>never...
>what was the biggest secret I told myself?
>She didn't die. We didn't bury her...
>I didn't load my chamber back in earth. I didn't shoot myself in the face, only to find out I felt no pain
...
------------------------
>I, face palming, tell my tale....
------------------------
Violin
>I had a life.
>No, not the life of walking around, killing Dogs for Celestia.
>A normal life... 
>I was a star in university: All the guys want to be me, all the girls want me.
>Girls would swarm me, asking me to go out with them or help them do something but knowing their full intentions, I ignore them like winds passing my ears.
>Then I met her.
>She was smart, beautiful, wise, everything an actual man wants to have.
>I, clever enough to know, didn't use my charms on her. Her priority is academics.
>We slowly got together as my friends and hers gently nudge is towards each other. 
>Who knew we actually hang out more than we should? We were going out on sweet romantic dates, having our barking yet 'uncalled for' arguments and finally had our marriage.
>I met her at a park, the moon shining upon us like a peeping blushing Tom. The moon rises from the pond and the bridge's shadow forecast upon the pond filled with lilypads and some sleepy fishes.
>I got to my knees and made my move.
"I do."
>It was a moment I will never forget but it wasn't the only moment I will forget...
>It was December 2012.
>Me and my beloved wife were walking down the sidewalk as she holds our 3 months old son in our arms.
>A speeding car came by and ran over them but not me...
>The lies that I told myself...
-------------
>Corporal RainbowWarrior
>Nationality: American
>2014
>Field Medic in NATO regiment, stationed outside Kunduz, Afghanistan
>Doing Rounds on wounded soldiers, inflicted from a rockslide while on a recon mission.
>I hear some distant rumbling
BOOM
>A Howitzer shell hits a row of Humvees
BOOM
>At this point, soldiers are scattered everywhere
>Another shell hits our mess hall (Damn it it was Taco Night!)
BOOM
>I see soldiers left and right dying from the sheer impact and blasts.
>Shit the Med tent.
>I see Private Wheeler, with a broken leg stranded in his tent.
>A good solider never leaves a man behind
>Fireman's carry him to nearest chopper, and they take him away.
>"Rainbow! All full here! find another way out!"
>Just as they pull up, I hear another shell whistling through the air.
>I look up to see a 105 mm headed right for me.
>Everything turns white.
>I see some sort of Angel in front of me.
>No.....It's a white unicorn with angel wings.
>"I am Princess Celestia....here to give you, Rainbow Warrior another chance at life. Your courage and compassion will reward you greatly. Do you accept?"
>YES!

>I wake up to see a small group of soldiers around me inside some royal throne room.
-------------
>Canada
>Combat Engineer (DGE Op?)
>Born in Canada
>Joined the Canadian Forces right out of highschool because of Afghanistan
>On second tour as a combat engineer
>Driving to just outside Kandahar City for the infantry who found a possible IED
>Set up perimeter as per normal
>I draw the short straw for checking it out and "defusing" it
>Demon suit goes on
>Standing right on top of the thing, placing my charge to detonate it
>Notice the command wire sticking out of the dirt nearby
>Well fuck
>Huge explosion, everything goes black
>Wake up in a hospital surrounded by pastel ponies
>Oh my god, 4chan was right all along
>Celestia approaches and gives me the low down, offers me my kit back minus the EOD suit
>Accept
>Pray that Bon Bon is just Lyra's friend
-------------
Leatherhoff
>Sergeant Leatherhoff
>Nationality: American
>Late 2013
>Member of USMC Anglico, rigorous training paid off well
>Stationed in Kandahar, Afghanistan 
>Squad and I were watching a weapons smuggling operation from afar, on the roof of a small building
>Two cars pull up to each other in the middle of a road
>Two guys dressed in trench coats get out of their cars
>One guy opens his trunk, it's full of suitcases of cash
>Second one opens his, full of AKs and other assorted rifles
>Squad captain decides it's time to cancel the operation
>Calls in CAS (close air support), as we werent far from the targets
>Before he could finish the request, an RPG hit the front side of the building and militants start opening fire on us
>We get behind cover and request an EVAC, because there were alot of those fuckers
>One by one, my squadmates start running low on ammo
>Spot 3 RPGs on other rooftops
>They start aiming for the base of our building, trying to take the building out
>Squad leader gets hit in the shoulder, all of a sudden start to hear a loud crumbling of sorts
>Building collapses, I fall to the ground along with my teammates who were lucky enough to survive
>Barely awake, look up and see a giant stone slab about to fall on me
>Close my eyes, ready for death, but it doesn't come
>Open eyes, see that I'm in a palace or some shit
>"Welcome home, Leatherhoff." 
>Princess fucking Celestia
>Turn around, see other soldiers in the same room
And that's how I'm here now.
-------------
Mr. McSisterfister
>The year is 2030
>The UN invaded the United States in order to quell what it says is a civil war
>I, as well as a few other /k/ommandos, have been hunting blue hats for the better part of 5 years
>We have walls of blue helmets lining the walls of our Detroit stronghold
>One fateful day we are bringing back more helmets
>I trip and accidentally knock Ivan's Vodka out of his had
>The bottle falls to the earth and shatters
>Both he and I stare at the bottle for a second
>Ivan then shouts something unintelligible before raising his Obrez at me
>The ensuing Fireball completely atomizes my body 
>I awake to see a white horse with a horn and wings promising me monstrous amounts of pussy just for killing dogs
>Done
>I'm suddenly in a room with other fuckers
>That one with the skull mask has a British patch on his shoulder
>I don't like britbongs
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HollowCase
>You felt a lot heavier all of a sudden!
>You found yourself holding your big machinegun, with your grenade launcher and your machete dangling from your belt like always.
>How odd!
>You looked around and saw two groups of strangers.
>One was some bewildered looking humans in combat gear who were staring at you funny.
>You checked to make sure you had your mask on.
>You did!
>The other were some weird dog things.
>They were growling at you, and that was mean.
>You gave them a mean look and grabbed your grenade launcher.
>Nobody growls at you!
>You blew them up a bit and shot and stabbed them.
>The humans just stared at you the whole time.
>Most people do that!
>After you finished with the nasty dog things, you walked over to the humans and scribbled in your notebook.
>You couldn't really talk, so this was how you communicated.
>"Where am I, and are you nice people?" you asked them.
>They just looked at you in shock for awhile.
>It must have been the blood, it made people do that.
>They said something about Equestria, and that yes, they were very nice.
>That's good!
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Sgt. Jeff
"They say when you leave the army, it's always hard to re-assimilate back into civilian life. I am a testament of that. It's not like I didn't enjoy the army; don't get me wrong. I make Trombley look like he's shooting blind. I did my tour, I just... wanted something more. Did I find it? Hell no. I took up a security job for a casino. Most action I ever saw was pick-pocketers and people with light sticks. Would it be right to say the military 'institutionalizes' your life? I miss the routine, my friends, maybe even pop a hajji or two. I went home wishing to do something more with myself. Then it showed up...
A little scroll, out of thin air. Silken parchment wrapped up like a present sat on my couch. The offer, I'm sure you all know. How could I refuse? How could any of us. I signed it and lit it ablaze. Next thing I know, Celestia's in front of me with a smile on her face. A new lease on life, a new chance to make friends and comrades. Why the fuck not?"
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Swe
>2015
>Live in Sweden,join the military after finishing university.
>Get assigned to Livsregementets Husarer as an markstrids officer. 
>Winter 2015
>get sent to the northern border for some reason.
>russia wants to be a bitch and invades trough finland.
>me and my platoon gets assigned to defend the town of satter.
>But the fuckers used light armor.
>We manage to disable most of the tanks with heavy losses.
>I remember seeing a T-90 roll trough a forest to the west of us.
>Seeing burst into flames by the hands of a Strv 122 we had with us surely strengthened the morale of my men.
>I barely get to finish the thought before the Strv 122 exploded.
>I look down and see a large chunk of shrapnel sticking out of my chest.
>Everything went black,i felt nothing.
>But suddenly,a white horse materializes before my eyes.
>So much for going to valhalla.
>The white horse promised great riches and lot of pone pussy,just for killing some dogs.
"Why the fuck not" I said.
"I'm already dead anyway".
>everything went black again.
>Wake up in a camp.
>The rest is history.
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SapperJ - 
Apparently I like hugging people. And explosives. Wow, I should have been born in Afghanistan!
>Chuckle a bit and hit my cigarette.
"I just like blowing things up, don't know. I liked to play with fire as a kid haha."
>Flick cigarette, grab a beer.
" I did want to join the army, get to blow things up for free, with some nice materials. To many arson charges though. Ended up being a mechanic at a local auto shop."
>Take a swig from the cold brew.
"Made homemade devices, tested them out wherever I could get away with it haha, poor national forest. Ever out that way stop off the eastern pathways, plenty of craters for your entertainment." 
>Wide grin.

Hines - 
>I frown
"Way I see it, you would've done better working for the government in Rwanda. Bastards never passed up an opportunity to wipe something out."
>I stare into the fire for a moment, and the realization hits me.
"Including me. That's it, isn't it? I'm dead. WE'RE dead."

Leatherhoff-
>takes a sip of rum
Well, I didn't die. I would have known if a five hundred pound slab of concrete had landed on me. I didn't feel anything, just a slight nervous sensation when I realized I wasn't dead.

Swe - >swigs the last of my whiskey.
Hell,now to think of it,shrapnel trough the chest doesn't hurt that much either.

>looks down at camp fire, sticks hand out for warmth
Yeah... What do you think, Case?

HollowCase -
>Hastily scribbles in his notebook
The last thing I remember were the weird people who took care of me putting a gun to my head, I never saw them pull the trigger.
>Scribbles again
Also, I didn't see the princess, I just appeared in the middle of nowhere at first

Ghost - 
I don't care that I died anymore. I just hope it was worth it. I hope Soap and Price put an end to that bastard.

Sapper J -
"All I remember is seeing the damn Hummer3 that was about to tbone me at an intersection. Red means stop jackass.."
>lean back. Look up at the alien constellations above us.
"Come to think of it, I don't remember the impact either."

Sprog - 
I remember an explosion, but nothing much else. Maybe I got pulled right before the trauma? Or maybe that's why I woke up in the hospital instead of the throne room or whatever.
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