Title:           Strelnikov Tribute
Author:          ShinobiPony
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/Jb9VVxKg
First Edit:      Sunday 9th of December 2012 10:22:40 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 9th of December 2012 10:22:40 PM CDT

I intend no offence if that’s what you feel at this, also keep in mind that this is not accurate, I don’t know what really happened and just wrote this as I feel Strel would have done
 
>Day unknown in Russia
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t--n7oU_oRk
>A ragged cough sounds in the dim room
>Laying in a bed, covered by a blanket with the Russian flag sewn into the front, is the imposing form of a Russian man
>Strelnikov is his name
>”THIS BEING SICK BUSSINESS IS FOR THE BIRDS”
>Scowling at nothing, he sits in bed brooding
>Even with jarring lances of pain wracking him, so painful that a lesser man would be reduced to tears, he remains stone-faced, a testament to his will
>Sending a forlorn glance to his computer in the corner of the room, the monitor lit, the letters “/mlp/” plain as day the Russian man wonders about all the things he’s experienced on the dreaded site
>He sighs, then winces as an especially bad jolt of pain races up his form
“ENOUGH OF THIS”
>Slowly rising out of the bed, Strelnikov shuffles to his kitchen
>Spying a bottle on the counter, he grabs it and takes a swig of the clear, burning contents in one fluid motion
“SCREW WHAT DOCTOR SAYS, YOU DON’T KEEP RUSSIAN FROM HIS VODKA”
>Taking another mouthful of liquor Strelnikov looks at his calendar on the wall
>On the last day of the month is a circle
>Such a simple mark means so much
>One month
>That’s how long they said he had
>Strelnikov grinds his teeth, hating the fate he was dealt
>No…there is one thing he can do
>Steel in his gaze, the Russian downs the rest of his drink in one go
“NO, STRELNIKOV IS A MAN, A MAN THAT WILL GO ON HIS OWN TERMS”
>Mind made up, he slowly walks back to his room, his agonizing condition slowing him
>Finally there, he digs through his closet, producing a small box
>Taking it to his bed, the Russian takes off the lid, revealing his father’s old service pistol
>Picking up the gun gingerly, he takes a still full magazine out of the box and loads the weapon
>With a click, he chambers a round into the old gun
>Pressing the barrel to his heart, Strelnikov takes one last look to the computer in the corner, /mlp/ still on the screen
“ALL OF YOU, YOU ARE SCUM OF INTERNET”
>The Russian man smiles wanly
“…BUT NEVER HAS BEING WITH SCUM BEEN SO ENJOYABLE”
>He puts a finger on the trigger
“IF I FIND ANYONE OF YOU IN HELL SOON, I WILL KICK COLLECTIVE ASSES”
BANG!
~~~~~~~
>Disorientation
>That’s all he feels
>The ground shifting
>The wind chaotic
>Whole body tingling
>A bright white light
>Whether it was seconds or hours he would never know, but once it all stops he realizes he is on his back on the ground
>With a groan, Strelnikov sits up and opens his eyes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLy1YbU8BOk
>All round are trees and grassland, green and verdant as can be
>Strelnikov looks up, seeing blue sky, clear as springwater
“THIS IS NOT HELL…”
>Standing up, Strelnikov feels no pain
>Wait, no pain?
>Looking at his hands, no longer pale and clammy, it hits him
“STRELNIKOV IS HEALTHY? HA! NOTHING GETS A RUSSIAN MAN DOWN”
>Taking a deep breath of clean air, he looks around to gain his bearings
>As before, all around is greenery with the exception of the north
>Walking to the opening in the forest, Strelnikov stops and stares, struck dumb by what he sees
>Down a hill on the opening is a very familiar rustic town…
>Could this be..?
>Craning his head around Strelnikov sees a mountain in the distance, a castle attached to it’s side
“NO, IS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE…”
>Rubbing his eyes and looking back at the town he sees that nothing has changed
>Ever so slowly, a grin forms on the man’s face
“LOOKS LIKE STRELNIKOV WILL BE WRITING HIS OWN STORY AFTERALL”
>He looks down at the town
“LETS GET STARTED ON CHAPTER ONE YA?”
>Without a look back, he starts off to the settlement of P0nyville
>It would be only the first of many wonders earth could never offer  
>A perfect fate for a deserving man
 
We will miss you Strel, If any of us are worthy of making it to Equestria as an afterlife, it was you.
 
I know you’re there. Live the dream you glorious motherfucker, Live the dream.