- Narration provided by TheOneTheyCallMonk
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- >Day 101 in Equestria
- >You are Anon, the only human in Equestria
- >It has been 100 days since Fluttershy started trying to guess your fetish
- >You're getting tired of it
- >You wake up and go through your morning routine
- >You shit, shower, and shave
- >You sigh as you look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror
- What has your life become, Anon?
- You do the same thing every day. When are you going to change things up?
- >A knock on your front door ends your monologue
- >You trudge downstairs and get ready to face another fetish guess.
- >You take a deep breath, but it's released as soon as you open the door
- >The scene before you is familiar
- >You'd seen it back on Earth, when bombs were dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima
- >As far as you can see, the Equestrian ground is scorched and barren
- >The town, once thriving with life, was nearly empty, the only signs of life were shambling p0nies mutated by the radiation
- >The buildings that weren't destroyed are nothing more than empty shells of concrete
- >The trees that once surrounded your house are blackened or completely gone
- >Infront of you is Fluttershy, wearing a hazmat suit
- >You stare at her and manage to speak, despite your state of shock
- Fluttershy... what did you do?
- >She takes off her helmet
- >"Well Anon, I was wondering, is surviving in a nuclear wasteland your fetish?"
- >You stare at her as you slowly come to the realization that this isn't just a fetish guess
- >Fluttershy had nuked Equestria
- >You silently turn and walk back up the stairs to your bedroom
- >Fluttershy follows you inside, closing the door behind her
- >You open your closet and grab the cardboard box you had stored away
- >You speak as you unpack the box
- Fluttershy, I don't know how you kept me safe from the nukes...
- >"Twilight's magic"
- Or why you'd kill so many innocent p0nies...
- >"Well, some of them survived..."
- But I knew this day would come.
- >You put on a pair of sunglasses
- And I'm fully prepared to take control.
- >You comb and style your hair into a pompadour
- Do you know why?
- >You put on your black leather jacket, a weathered patch on the back
- >You can hear the hungry growls of a mutant as it tries to pry open your front door
- >You turn to her, a switchblade in your hand
- Because Tunnel Snakes rule!
- End.

