Title: Fall of Cleveland 63 - The Road to Hell... Author: Spaghetti_Land Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/NurRdkAH First Edit: Wednesday 22nd of January 2014 10:09:48 PM CDT Last Edit: Wednesday 22nd of January 2014 10:09:48 PM CDT http://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/3387   Written by Mayclore   The Road to Hell... >You are an MQ-9 Reaper. >Currently, you are lazily flying around over... >Your navigation systems say this is 'Ohio City, Cleveland, Ohio', generally speaking. >Specifically, you are over Monroe Cemetery, on Monroe Avenue. >Your pilot, who is many miles away flying you, commands your camera to look down. >The cemetery is filled with multicolored fluffy things. >You don't know what they are. >Not that you are capable of the concept of unawareness, as you are not an AI. >There are things on your wings. >The pilot commands you to drop one. >You do this, because you are a good UCAV. >Not that the concept of obedience is something you can acknowledge. >The pilot then orders you to circle this area, aiming your TV cameras at the ground. >The thing you just dropped, a long, narrow tube, hits the ground. >It explodes with a great bloom of white heat that saturates your IR sensors. >The fuzzy things on the ground scatter slowly. >Many of them now have greatly increased heat signatures. >They waddle into other fuzzy things and spread their heat around. >In a few minutes, it seems like the entire surface directly below you is on fire. >The heat begins to spread to the trees in the cemetery. >After a few minutes more, it spreads to the structures across the street. >If you were capable of consciousness and deductive reasoning, you'd be pretty sure this is not supposed to be happening. ------ >You are the guy piloting the MQ-9, and your services are in high demand since the fluffy ponies knocked down that C-17. >You dropped something called the Clean Lightweight Area Weapon on the fluffy ponies occupying the cemetery. >It's a device that's still technically in testing, but Cleveland is a great proving ground now. >The good news?  It worked perfectly. >The whole cemetery was covered in cleansing explosive power. >The bad news?  It caught some of them on fire. >You watched as the fluffy ponies hugged each other, spreading the flames. >When the trees caught on fire, you called over your commander to watch. >When the houses began catching on fire, you both realized there was a problem. >You direct the MQ-9 to follow the conflagration as it spreads toward St. Ignatius High School. >Not only are buildings going up, but so are more fluffy ponies. >The high school ignites. >You pass word along to First Air Force about the...situation. >Two F-15Cs from 120th Fighter Wing are nearby. >They report that they're loaded with CBU-87s. >You have an idea: what if they used their cluster bombs to snuff out the fire? >Hell, the Russians can do it for oil rigs. >The idea goes up the chain of command and comes back down with approval. >The Eagles are vectored toward the high school, and you position the MQ-9 out of their way with a good view of their drop zone. >You watch as the ordnance comes down, exploding and scattering sub-munitions. >Eight hundred puffs of heat riddle the flames.  Most of them do go out. >Oh...fluffy ponies are flying through the air. >Fluffy ponies on fire.  They pelt unburned vegetation and structures. >Well, that probably wasn't supposed to happen. ------ >You are a blue male pegasus fluffy named Puffy. >You and thousands of your fluffy friends were heading toward Spaghetti Land. >Your owner was yelling at you not to go, but you didn't have much choice. >A big herd came by while you were outside playing, and you got swept away. >After hundreds of miles, you reached the human place where the spaghetti was supposed to be. >There were so many fluffy friends, however, you couldn't move! >Your herd decided to rest in a grassies place with lots of gray rocks and big trees. >There were lots of other wingie friends playing with you. >Even though you hadn't found the spaghetti yet, you were still happy. >It was your turn to help watch the baby fluffies when you heard the buzzy noise above you. “Puffy see fwy fwiend!  Wan' gif huggies!” >All the wingie friends agreed with you, trying fly up to it. >Even the babies with wingies tried, chirping 'fwiend!' >None of you could reach it, which made you all sad. >Something fell off of it!  It's giving you a present! “Yay!  Fwiend gif goo' fwuffies sgettis!” >It didn't look like spaghetti, though.  It was a tube thing. >The spaghetti is probably inside! >You wait for it to open as it falls. >It opened, but spaghetti didn't come out. >Fire and pain and suffering came out. >Now, you're running from the herd because they're engulfed in flames. “Nuuuuuu!  Puffy no wike wawm!” >You once burned your hoof on the hot human nummies-maker circle. >It hurt you for a long time afterward.  You know hot is bad. >You run past charred corpses and babies on fire, trying to get to the human houses across the grey path. >You'll be safe there. >Oh, the fluffies with the fire hugging them are hugging other fluffies without fire! >Now the fire is all over the place! >You keep running past human homes.  You still hear the buzzy noise above you. >It's following you! “Fwy fwiend, pwease hewp goo' fwuffies!” >It doesn't seem to hear you, but it's still following you. >You finally get to a place that has a big human home. >The fluffies behind you run past you as you hide. >They're all on fire, screaming and making hurt poopies and crying. >You want to hug them, but you can't, because you don't want their fire. >The big human home is on fire now.  You have to move. >Fluffies rush around you.  You get swept up in the tide again. “Nuuu, Puffy wan' wun!  Wingies hewp Puffy fwy 'way!” >After a while you hear the loudest noises ever. >They make all the poopies come out of you. >You briefly see two fly friends streak past at unfathomable speed. “Fas'!  Fwy fwiend fas', hewp Puffy go fas'!” >More noises come, even louder than the last. >Pops and bangs and booms and fluffies are flying! >Even ones without wings are flying! “Wan' fwy!  Wan' fwy 'way!” >You get your wish.  An explosion sends you tumbling through the air. >Your back half is torn off, and the rest of your body is shattered. “No...no wan' owwies fwy...” >You land on a pile of fluffy friends that are burning.  You, too, catch on fire. “No wike...no wike dis...” >All you wanted was spaghetti. >This was definitely not supposed to happen.