End of Summer
 
>August in Equestria
>You are Domino, survivor of Summer
>That title belongs to only a select few
>The Writers
>It's been months since the "Summer Slaughter", as you writers called it, began
>You sit in the bedroom of Twilight's tree/house/library, staring out the window
>She let you move in with her when your house, your safe haven, was overrun
>You watch the town square as a mob of the Summerfags gathers, all shouting and fighting amongst themselves
>They've somehow gotten smarter since their arrival
>It might look like a clusterfuck, but they learned to use their numbers as strength
>You grab a pair of binoculars and mumble to yourself
"Let's see who the unlucky bastard is today..."
>Looking around the town square, you search for the signs of a marked house
>You smile when you find it, the words "CHECK EM" painted on the walls
>Checking your "map of survivors", you find that it's the hideout of Agnomeymous, the gun-toting, overconfident /k/ommando
>This'll be the best show yet
"Hey Dan, guess who's getting mobbed next!"
>You call into the library
>To maintain what sanity you had left, the surviving writers had made a game of placing bets on the next victim of the mobs
>Dananatuffs, your roommate for the apocalypse, comes into the room and you hand him the binoculars
>He scans the houses then chuckles
>"Oh man, those Newfags are either stupid or crazy if they're gonna attack Gnome."
>You laugh, but stop when something catches your eye
>The flash of sun on metal shining through the boarded windows of Gnome's house
>You snatch the binoculars and peer into the gap between the boards
>It's Gnome, holding a piece of paper with a single word written in bright, red ink
HELP
>You slowly lower the binoculars, your surprise clearly showing
"Oh shit..."
>Dan shakes your shoulder
>"Dude, what's wrong?"
"I never thought I'd see the day that Gnome asked for help."
>Dan looks at you like you just fucked Fluttershy
"If he's asking for help, this is definitely going to be bad."
>You turn and leave the bedroom, quickly descending the stairs
>Dan calls out an follows you
>"Dude, what made you decide to help Gnome? Why didn't you want to help anybody else when they were attacked?"
>You reach the main room and grab your .30-06, your only defense against the Newfags
>"Dom!"
>Dan grabs your shoulder and you turn around to face him
"Dan, if you're going to help, then grab a gun. Gnome was desperate enough to ask for help, so I'm gonna help."
>Dan goes silent, then nods and grabs his rifle
"Good, we'll use the windows upstairs. Height advantage and shit."
>You both march upstairs, and kneel by a window
>The mob of Summerfags has almost doubled in size, all of them shouting and going crazy in anticipation of the coming attack
>As you watch the mob, you notice the windows of other houses open and gun barrels poke out
>You look to the house closest to the library and see BraveLittlePyro waving at you
>He holds out a bottle and points to it with a smile
>He flashes you a thumbs-up before retreating back into his house
"Uhh, Dan?"
>"Yeah?"
"Where the fuck did Pyro get a molotov?"
>A moment of silence passes
>"I have no fuckin' clue."
"I see."
>Everything goes quiet as one Newfag steps in front of the crowd
>He raises his hand and narrows his eyes at Gnome's house
>A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead
>The silence is broken by the lead Newfag as he shouts
>"SHITPOOOST!"
>The town square erupts into yelling and gunshots as the mob charges the house
>Several Newfags fall as writers fire into the crowd
>You see the brown bottle fly from Pyro's window and land in the middle of the mob
>The Newfags cry out in pain and surprise as the fire splashes onto them
>You hear Pyro cheer as they writhe in pain on the ground
>A deafening explosion is heard as the first Newfags reach Gnome's door
"What the fuck was that?!"
>The smoke from the explosion clears to reveal Gnome standing in the wreckage
>How the hell does one man carry three guns?
>He opens fire as the Newfags rush at him, the corpses piling up
>As you fire your last bullet, you step back from the window
"Dammit, I'm out!"
>Dan empties his mag and steps back
>"It's up to Gnome now. We did all we could."
>You scan over the battlefield, numerous bodies scattered across the town square
>Gnome throws away an empty gun, pulling the last one from his back
>In a last ditch effort for survival, he starts to climb the pile of bodies
>It kind of reminded you of the Doom guy
>He reaches the peak of the corpses, firing wildly into the crowds following him up
>His expression suddenly changes from deranged glee to dread
>He throws away the AK, pulling a .44 revolver from his hip
>He places the gun against his temple and shouts
>"I won't give you bastards the pleasure of killing m—"
>The sound of rapid gunfire interrupts him, along with a familiar battle cry
>"I'VE GOT BALLS OF STEEL!"
>Everybody looks skyward to the new arrival, Newfags dropping from his spray of bullets
"No way..."
>You stare in disbelief as Cordan, riding atop Luna, swoops over the crowds, wildly spraying with a M249 SAW
>The Newfags cry out in fear as the Princess drops the death-dealing psychopath next to Gnome
>With a battle cry that would make vikings shit themselves, the writers spill out into the streets
>You turn to Dan
"I'm not going out there. Those guys are fuckin' crazy."
>He nods and leans back in his chair
>"Yeah dude, fuck that."
>As the battle rages on below, you come to a realization
"Dan, what's today's date?"
>He looks at his watch
>"August 23, why?"
>You look at the calendar on the wall, searching for today
>In the box labeled "23" is a small line of text
Beginning of the school year.
>...
"Dude..."
>"Yeah?"
"Summer's over."
>You both look back out the windows as the Newfags start to disappear
>The writers look around in confusion as Newfags blink out of existence one after another
>As the bodies vanish, the blood staining the ground starts to fade
>Buildings torn apart by bullets restore themselves to perfect condition
>Ponies come out of their houses and go about their day as if nothing ever happened
"That's it? It's over?"
>The ground starts to shake and split apart, launching formerly dead writers and ponies into the air
>You step outside and look around
>The war zone had been restored to its pre-summer state
>You sigh and start toward your house
>On the bright side, war is a great way to avoid
>Fucking Fluttershy