"GLORY 2 ARSTOTZKA"
By MDR-V6 (https://pastebin.com/u/MDR-V6)

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Created on: Sunday 2nd of March 2014 06:19:49 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 24 of October 2020 05:17:57 AM UTC


> DAY DECEMBER 23TH, 1982
> IT HAS BEEN NEARLY A MONTH SINCE YOU STARTED YOUR POST HERE AS ARSTOTZKAN POST MASTER.
>MUCH OF WORK IS MUNDANE, BUT HONORABLE.
> YOU FIND YOURSELF FILING THROUGH DOCUMENTS OF NEW IMMIGRANTS
> PEOPLE FROM AROUND THE WORLD FLOCK TO ARSTOTZKA IN DROVES
> EVEN PONIES FROM 'MAGICAL' FAR AWAY LANDS OF EQUESTRIA FLOCK HERE
> HOWEVER, YOU DO NOT BLAME THEM
> FOR ARSTOTZKA IS THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD
> OTHER COUNTRIES BASK IN JEALOUSY OF ARSTOTZKA'S GLORY
> ESPECIALLY THE FILTHY COUNTRY OF KOLECHIA.
> FILTHY RATS
> THEY ARE JEALOUS
> REALLY JEALOUS

> YOU LINE UP THE PASSPORT UNDERNEATH THE RED 'DENIED' STAMP
> COLLECTING THE MAN'S DOCUMENTS, YOU HAND IT BACK TO HIM
> “DENIED?” HE ANGRILY ASKS, “WHY IS THIS!?”
“ALL IMMIGRANTS MUST HAVE POLIO VACCINE CERTIFICATE.”
> “THIS IS BULLSHIT!” THE MAN SHOUTS, “I HAVE BEEN IN LINE FOR SIX HOURS.”
“EXIT IS ON LEFT.” YOU REPLY.
> THE MAN ANGRILY ACCEPTS HIS FATE BEFORE CUSSING YOU OUT
> HE LEAVES IN A FIT

“ENTRY IS NOT GUARANTEED.” YOU SHOUT INTO THE MICROPHONE.
> YOUR VOICE CUTTING THROUGH THE GLORIOUS ARSTOTZKAN AIR
“NEXT.” YOU BOOM

> A YOUNG MAN IN A GREEN HOODED SWEATER COMES UP TO THE COUNTER.
> HE WEARS A BLUE MASK
> SAYING NOTHING, HE HANDS YOU A SLIP OF PAPER THROUGH THE DOCUMENT CHUTE OF THE COUNTER.
> YOU QUICKLY UNFOLD IT AND READ IT.

	READ QUICKLY AND RETURN TO MESSENGER

GRESTIN CHECKPOINT IS AT AN END. TODAY WE WILL BREAK THIS WALL DOWN. YOU WILL BE SAFE. HOLD YOUR FIRE.
		
			-THE ORDER OF THE EZIC STAR

> WITHOUT SAYING A WORD, YOU HAND IT BACK TO THE MESSENGER.
> HE HANDS YOU HIS PASSPORT AND DOCUMENTS.
> WITHOUT CHECKING FOR IT'S LEGITIMACY YOU PLACE IT UNDERNEATH THE GREEN APPROVAL STAMP.
“GLORY TO ARTSTOTZKA.” YOU COMMENT.
> THE MESSENGER SAYS NOTHING BEFORE MAKING THEIR WAY INTO THE COUNTRY.
> YOU SHAKE OFF ANY NERVOUSNESS AND CONTINUE ON WITH YOUR DAY.

“NEXT.”

> A TALL WHITE PONY COMES INTO THE STAND.
> HER COAT IS SNOW WHITE, AND HER MANE FLOWS EFFORTLESSLY IN THE GLORIOUS ARSTOTZKAN AIR.
> SHE HAS A SUN TATTOOED ON HER FLANK AND OFFERS A WARM SMILE.
> “Good morning.” SHE COMMENTS.
“PAPERS, PLEASE.” YOU ASK.
> SHE USES HER MAGIC TO HAND YOU HER DOCUMENTS.

NAME : CELESTIA
TYPE: ALICORN
COLOR: WHITE, PASTEL MANE
CUTIE MARK: SUN
ISSUING CITY: CANTERLOT

“WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS IN ARSTOTZKA?” YOU QUESTION
> “I've got to attend the political summit here in Arstotzka. I alongside my student Twilight Sparkle, are the official representatives to Equestria”
> “DA.” YOU SHOUT WITH PRIDE, “I KNOW ALL OF ARSTOTZKA'S GLORIOUS AFFAIRS.”
> SHE GIVES WARM SMILE
> HER VISA, PASSPORT, ENTRY TICKETS AND IMMUNIZATIONS ALL CHECK OUT.
> YOU PLACE HER PASSPORT UNDERNEATH THE GREEN APPROVAL STAMP AND CHECK HER OUT

“CAUSE NO TROUBLE.”
> “Me? Trouble?” she cheerfully replies, “I'll keep my nose clean.”
“GLORY TO ARSTOTZKA.”
> “Glory to Arstotzka!” she giggles before heading off.

> A YOUNG PONY COMES UP TO THE STAND
> “H-Hello there.” SHE STARTS.
“PAPERS, PLEASE.”
> “Ah, yes.” she replies. “I've got them in my saddlebag here.”
> SHE REACHES INTO HER BAG AND PRODUCES THE PAPERS
> CLIMBING ONTO TWO LEGS, SHE REACHES THE COUNTER
> YOU RECOGNIZE HER FACE
> IT'S THE SAME PURPLE ALICORN FROM LAST TIME.
> “Here they ar-”
> SHE CUTS HERSELF OFF WHEN SHE SEE'S YOUR FACE
> HER EYES WIDEN IN FEAR
> “O-Oh. It's you again...” SHE WHIMPERS
“DA.”
> “I-Err... I- I have my papers in order this time.” SHE HESITANTLY REPLIES
 “GOOD.”
> SHE HANDS YOU SMALL STACK OF DOCUMENTS
> PASSPORT, ENTRY TICKET, VISA AND IMMUNIZATIONS ARE ALL NEATLY PLACED BEFORE YOU
> YOU START GOING THROUGH THEM, ONE BY ONE

NAME: TWILIGHT SPARKLE
TYPE: ALICORN
COLOR: BRIGHT PURPLE, DARK PURPLE MANE
CUTIE MARK: STAR
ISSUING CITY: PONYVILLE

“WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS HERE IN ARSTOTZKA?”
> “I-I have a summit to get to.” SHE MEEKLY REPLIES
“THE INTERNATIONAL SUMMIT?”
> “Y-Yes.”
“WHAT IS YOUR BUSINESS THERE?”
> “I represent Equestria.”
“DA.”
> HER GLANCE NERVOUSLY GLANCES OVER TO THE GAURDS STATIONED A FEW YARDS AWAY
> “T-They're not going to take me away again. A-Are they?”
“NOT UNLESS I TELL THEM TO.”
> “T-The last time they took me...” SHE SHUDDERS
> YOU GLANCE UP TO SEE THE PURPLE PONY
> ONLY TO SEE HER STARING OFF INTO SPACE
> HER EYES FULL OF FEAR AND ABJECT HORROR
> HER ARMS TREMBLING EVER SO SLIGHTLY
> YOU GIVE A SOFT CHUCKLE

> HER LAST ATTEMPT TO CROSS THE BORDER HADN'T BEEN A SMOOTH ONE
> HER DOCUMENTS DID NOT MATCH
> YOU SENT HER OFF WITH THE ARSTOTZKAN GUARD
> THE LAST YOU HEARD, SHE WAS BEING INTERROGATED BY THE GOVERNMENT
> YOU'RE BOTH SURPRISED AND IMPRESSED
> SHE WAS PROBABLY ASSUMED TO BE A FILTHY KOLECHIAN SPY
> SO SHE MUST HAVE BEEN TREATED AS SUCH
> ONE DOES USUALLY LIVE TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AFTER SUCH MIX UP

> YOU GLANCE OVER THE DOCUMENTS ONCE MORE
> EVERYTHING CHECKS OUT JUST FINE
> AND YOU'RE SURE OF IT
“LOOKS LIKE EVERYTHING IS IN ORDER THIS TIME.”
> “Hehehe, yeah...”  SHE NERVOUSLY REMARKS, “This time I was positive about my documents before I came into the-.”

> PURPLE PONY DOES NOT HAVE A CHANCE TO FINISH HER SENTENCE
> SHRIEKS OF TERROR ERUPT FROM THE LINE OF IMMIGRANTS
> PEOPLE START RUNNING AND SCREAMING IN EVERY DIRECTION
> GUNFIRE ERUPTS
> TERRORISTS APPEAR FROM WITHIN THE RANKS OF CITIZENS
> THEY RELEASE FIRE ON THE ARSTOTZKAN GUARD, GUNNING THEM ALL DOWN ONE BY ONE
> YOU RECOGNIZE THE ATTACKERS
> THEY ARE MEMBERS OF EZIC
> YOU FLICK A SWITCH ON THE SIDE OF YOUR DESK
> IT BRINGS A PAIR OF DOORS AROUND THE CHECKPOINT
> KA-CHUNK
> SIRENS WAIL CUT THROUGH THE AIR LIKE A KNIFE
> “W-What's going on!?” THE SMALL PONY ASKS

> ANY NORMAL MAN WOULD EASILY PANIC IN THIS TERRORIST SITUATION

> BUT YOU ARE ARSTOTZKAN
> AND YOUR INSTINCTS KICK IN
> WE HAVE BEST DOCTORS.
> WE HAVE BEST SOCCER TEAM.
> WE HAVE BEST ECONOMY.
> WE HAVE BEST APARTMENTS.
> AND WE MOST CERTAIN HAVE BEST IMMIGRATION CONTROL.

> KEEPING YOUR HEAD COOL, YOU REACH FOR A SMALL SILVER KEY ON YOUR DESK
> YOU UNLOCK THE HIGH CALIBER RIFLE THAT IS STASHED UNDERNEATH FOR SUCH EMERGENCIES
> YOU PULL IT UP AND AIM FOR THE CRIMINALS

“WHAT FOOLS.” YOU LAUGH
> “W-What's going on!?” THE SMALL PONY ASKS.
“DID THOSE FILTHY RATS HONESTLY BELIEVE I WOULD HELP THEM!?”
> THE SMALL PONY PANICS WHEN SHE LAYS HER EYE ON YOUR RIFLE
> SHE BANGS AGAINST THE METAL DOORS WITH HER HOOFS
> “S-Somepony! Let me out! P-Please!”
“GET DOWN.” YOU SHOUT

> “W-What are you doing!?” SMALL HORSE ASKS
> YOU PAY HER NO MIND
> INSTEAD YOU BEAD YOUR SIGHTS ON CLOSEST TARGET
> YOU FIRE YOU RIFLE
> IT'S GUNSHOT RINGS SO LOUD, IT BRINGS THE SMALL PONY DOWN TO HER KNEES
> SHE SHRIEKS IN FEAR AS YOU UNLEASH THE ENTIRE MAGAZINE

> MORE GUN FIRE ERUPTS
> GLORIOUS ARSTOTZKAN REINFORCEMENTS HAVE ARRIVED
> SOME OF THE TERRORISTS TRY TO RUN UP TO THE BORDER WALL
> THEY HAVE EXPLOSIVES STRAPPED TO THEIR CHEST
> THEY HOPE TO TAKE OUT THE WALL IN ONE LAST, SUICIDAL, EFFORT

> UNFORTUNATELY FOR THEM, YOUR AIM IS TRUE

> YOU ALIGN YOUR SIGHTS WITH THE LAST OF THE INFIDELS BEFORE FIRING YOUR RIFLE
> QUICKLY BRINGING AN END OF THIS MADNESS.

> YOU GLANCE AROUND.
> AMONG THE CHAOS, ABOUT A DOZEN OR SO TERRORISTS HAD BEEN KILLED
> ALTHOUGH THEY ARE A BIT SHAKEN UP, FORTUNATELY NO CIVILIANS WERE KILLED
> YOU SMILE AND LET OUT A SOFT CHUCKLE

> YOU RETURN THE RIFLE TO IT'S LOCK BOX

> AND FINALLY YOU LOOK INTO THE CHECKPOINT
> ONLY TO FIND THE SMALL PURPLE HORSE HUDDLED IN THE CORNER
> SHE HAS SOILED HERSELF OUT OF FEAR
> HER EYES CLENCHED SHUT
> AND HER HOOFS COVERING HER EARS

“TWILIGHT.” YOU CALL OUT
> SHE PEEKS UP TO YOU
“DA. YOU CAN COME UP NOW.”
> SHE LOOKS AROUND HESITANTLY
“DA. COAST IS CLEAR.”

> “D-Does this happen often?” SHE TIMIDLY ASKS.
“DA.”
> “A-Aren't you scared they might come back?
“I AM ARSTOTZKAN. SO NO.”
> “A-Am I going to be taken away again?” SHE WHIMPERS. 
“PERHAPS.”
> SHE THEN BREAKS DOWN INTO HYSTERICS
> “P-Please don't let them take me away! P-Please! T-They almost killed me last time! P-Please!”

> YOU SIT BACK DOWN TO YOUR DESK

> YOU ALIGN HER PASSPORT UNDERNEATH THE GREEN OUTLINE AND GIVE IT THE STAMP OF APPROVAL
> “W-What?” WHIMPERS
> YOU HAND HER THE PAPERS AND OPEN THE CHECKPOINT GATES ONCE MORE.
“CAUSE NO TROUBLE, PRINCESS.”
> YOU REACH OVER TO YOUR MICROPHONE ONCE MORE.

“NEXT.”