I have no idea what this green is, or where I planned to post it. I never finished it, but the whole idea was it was an over the top American crime drama. Rock Solid is an alternate version, and more likely to be finished than this.
 
>You are Maud Pie
>Currently you find yourself flying backwards through the air
>In front of you, light, heat and sound are exploding out of a second floor motel room
>You impact the windshield of a soccer-mom SUV
>The brakes go on and you end up on the pavement being showered with double glazing, wood splinters and plasterboard
>"Maud!"
>You partner comes running out of the motel's smoky, rubble littered parking lot coughing like an asthmatic
>"Maud, are you okay!?"
>You hold off the pain of being hit by a Suburban as stumble up to your hooves
"Yes Rock, I'm adequate, having just been hit by a sport utility vehicle."
>Your partner was American muscle-man, and washed up Wrestlemania star, Dwayne Johnson
>"Heroin deal gone wrong?"
"Well I certainly don't believe that was the outcome that both parties were anticipating."
>There's shouting from behind the two of you, and the sound of gunfire soon fills your ears
>Dwayne pulls you under his muscles and rolls behind the SUV
>”Shit Maud, we gotta take these guys”
>He pulls a Glock and starts firing shots over the SUV’s hood to try and suppress the drug dealers
>”Maud, you gotta help me here!”
>You look at him, expressionless, as he continues sticking his head out of cover to fire more shots
>A bullet hits him in the hand, and he drops the handgun, it coming to rest in front of you
>”Ah! Fucking shit! My hand! Fuck! Maud, fucking do something you shit! Start shooting them!”
“Rock, I am a small horse. I do not have any hands. I cannot accurately shoot a weapon.”
>”Fuuuuuck my hand! Jesus fuck christ shit fuck!”
“I’m ambivalent about your flesh wound.”
>You pick the pistol up in your teeth, and fire one shot at the drug dealers.
>Two dealers drop down dead, having decided to stand right behind one another in the middle of a firefight, and fall off the balcony.
>You fire a further three bullets, taking out the third assailant as he runs out of the apartment, his body going limp as it reaches the railing, and gliding majestically through the air before making contact with the stagnant water of the complex’s swimming pool
>Police cars begin to arrive