Title:           Normal Norman - Normality is Heretical #3
Author:          Octavianon
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/TvUevKDa
First Edit:      Monday 29th of July 2013 01:43:01 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 29th of July 2013 01:43:01 PM CDT

>Day BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN in the Canterlot 103rd
>"Hey, Corporal Faggot, check what I got!" - exclaimed Norman as he arrogantly strutted towards Scott
>"Is that a-"
>"A fuckmothering plasma gun! Requisition finally came through and they replaced my old shitty lasgun for it." - said Norman, awaiting to rejoice in Scott's salty tears
>He got the opposite
>"Well, wish I could say it was a pleasure knowing you, but then I'd be lying."
>"The fuck are you talking about?" - asked Norman
>"What you're holding in your hands is a weapon capable of harnessing the power of a sun into a single point in order to obliterate the Emperor's enemies. It's also a weapon with a really, REALLY bad habit of blowing up."
>There was a brief silence between the two
>"Bet I can score higher than you in the range with it." - said Norman, not giving a single shit
>"You're on, pleb!"
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>"Alr'ght boys, ya'll know the rules. First to hit ten targets wins!" - said Orange, pointing down the range with her bitchin' robot arm
>Getting promoted to sergeant really has its perks
>Then again, beating orks to death with the butt of your gun does wonders for your career
>Scott and Norman glared at each other, aiming their weapons down the range
>"GO!"
>Both began firing immediately
>On Scott's side, cardboard target after cardboard target was perforated with precise laser fire
>On Norman's side, the targets happily waggled from side to side, as Norman was incapable of hitting shit
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ELSEWHERE
>Having felt a sudden burst of heat pass above her head, Commissar Rarity passed her hand by it
>Only to discover that her commissarial hat had been vaporized
>But even worse
>Her hair had been slightly burned
>"Oooooh, someone's getting blam'd for this!"
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>"Ha! I win! Suck it down, you philistine!" - said Scott as he dry-humped the air
>"That's bullshit, this thing can't hit the side of a barn!" - yelled Norman
>Orange was quick to get on his face
>"Dontcha be shooting barns while ah'm here. Got it, pardner?"
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>"Man, this is some bullshit." - said Norman, heading into a bunker
>All over the place, parts for machines were strewn all over
>"Hey, Adam, you here?" - he asked, looking around
>Suddenly, one of the piles of scrap moved
>A being, more machine than man, stepped out of it, it's third robotic arm removing any unwanted debris from him
>"Ah, sorry. Just taking a nap." - he said - "What can I help you with?"
>"I got this plasma gun, but it can't hit shit. Mind looking it over?" - asked Norman, handing it to the cyborg
>"Ooooh, nice. Not a problem." - answered Adam, placing it on a table and immediately taking it apart with his plethora of metal tentacles
>It was strangely arousing
>"Hmmm, doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it." - he said - "I'll keep it for now and see if there's anything I'm missing."
>"Thanks bro. You're the best."
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>BOOM!
>"COME ON YA'LL, OFF THE BUNKS!"
>"What the fuck!" - thought Norman as he fell off his bunk, getting up and putting on his flak jacket
>With the alarms blaring loudly, Norman was unable to hear the gunfire until he was outside the underground barracks
>It looked as if a full fucking WAAAAAAGH! was descending on our base
>"Oh shit..." - Norman said, realizing he had no weapon
>Almost immediately, he ditched his squad and ran towards the techpriest's location
>He soon ran into an ork
>"WAAAAAAAGH!" - let out the beast. The classic battlecry of the orks
>It immediately turned to Norman, ready to cleave him with its axe
>A flury of laser fire distracted it, however
>"Norman, catch!" - yelled Adam from atop his bunker, throwing the plasma gun at the downed man
>Upon catching it, Norman pulled the trigger
>Clapping and fanfare could be heard all around as the ork was vaporized
>Norman soon realized it was all coming from the gun
>"What the-"
>"YAY! YOU SCORED A DIRECT HIT!" - blared out the weapon
>As Norman looked it over to see what the hell was going on, he saw a sticker on the side of it
>'Babby's First Plasma Gun'