Joao The Fisher Man: Chapter 1
 
 
You are a Portuguese fisherman from the 15th century. You've been transported into Equestria when you fell asleep during one of your fishing trips. You appear on the side of a river. Your renaissance-styled clothes are tattered with the exception of your wide-brimmed black velvet hat with a giant feather piercing the side of it. You awake to a pastel landscape and the lack of sea salt in the air. After a short prayer, you look around, you see a settlement in the distance. You notice that the buildings look Bavarian in design, how do you proceed further?
>Somehow, a chest of your belongings washed up on the coast
>Inside you find some parchment, ink, a compass gunpowder, a blunderbuss, some shot, a letter opener and some dry fishing bait
>Look at compass
>Arrows are spinning crazily
>You throw it in the river out of fear
>You do not dare to proceed into the Germanic village
>You spend the night in an earthen hovel near the river
>It's cold, but you endure it
>Whenever you're hungry, you fish
>Set up a small poacher's camp in time
>Eventually the native denizens wisen up and investigate the occasional plume of smoke that comes from your campfires
>A few ponies saunter into your camp, looking confused and shocked
>They start babbling in some tongue
>You are shocked by these creatures
 
>You collect your wits
>Animals do not speak, only men speak!
>This must be a work of Lucifer!
>There are only two of them, good!
>You grab your letter opener off your makeshift boulder table
>You charge towards the ponies who are equally confused
>You use their daze to your advantage and rush up towards an orange earth pony and pierce it's throat with steel, carving the knife sideways
>Blood spurts from it's throat and it drops to the ground, shaking violently and covering up the gash with it's hooves
>You look at the other cyan unicorn who is covered in her fallen friend's blood
>She is paralyzed in fear by your actions
>She starts speaking in that devil tongue again
>It sounds like pleas for mercy
>No, you cannot allow these demons to live.
>You flip your letter opener, smashing it down in front of the pony's horn
>You pull the blade out and bring it down in the same spot
>You do this twice before the pony collapses
>You and the grass is covered in blood and you have slain two agents of Satan with a letter opener.
 
>You look at the corpses
>An unholy lust washes over you body
>It is the aura of the the Fallen One
>You decide it would be best to dump the corpses in the hovel and move camp
>You proceed to do so
>You pray after completing the deed to sanctify yourself
>You are careful not to get demonic blood on your wooden cross
>The lust seems somewhat culled
>You whip your back until it bleeds with your makeshift fishing rod as penance for your unnatural desire
>You bathe in the river
>You pick up your belongings and move further up the river
>The settlement appears closer
>The demons would never attack so close to a town
>You think they came from the nearby woods
>One day, you are fishing
>You see a pastel figure in the distance
>A yellow filly carrying a basket of apples walks out of the woods
>My God, there are more of them.
 
>You watch the thing walk out of the woods
>It has a red man and a light-yellow coat
>More lust washes over you
>You already understand that this is Lucifer's trick
>You reach for your blunderbuss
>You begin to load it
>By the time your load it your boner is gone and the filly is nowhere to be seen
>You sleep with your gun tonight.
>You wake up to see the filly walking out of the woods again
>You take aim
>Pull the trigger
>Metal bits propel towards the filly
>Knocks her off her legs, tearing off some legs in the process
>Whole body is demolished by the shrapnel
>You walk up to the corpse
>You toss it in the river
>You take the basket of apples
>Atleast you wont shit fishy paste tonight
>Wake up to sounds of demonic screeching
>It's an orange-colored earth pony with a blonde mane
>It's wearing a tiny hat, you find this amusing
>She's in tears, screaming a name repeatedly
>You load your blunderbuss...
 
>After looking at the demon through your sight you realize that it is equine shaped
>You already know that they are weakling imps
>Perhaps you can use it as transportation
>You sneakily creep up next to the horse
>You suddenly spring, jumping on her back
>You take off your hat and clamp it around the pony's face, darkening her vision
>The damn thing is half your size, your feet touch the ground
>Useless.
>It keeps bucking around pathetically, releasing muffled cries through the velvet hat
>This bores you.
>You pull out your letter opener and jam it into the pony's spine
>It releases a bloodcurdling scream as the slim knife rips apart the cord connecting her vertebrae
>It drops to the ground limp
>You, of course, drag the corpse to the river
>That was too easy.
>You have a good amount of dried fish now
>You pack your camp and retreat into the forest
>You wander around for about half an hour
>Getting dark
>A prayer inspires courage in your heart
>You reach the other side of the woods
>You see an open field with apple trees
>There is a plow in the middle of one fields
>You can probably take it apart for metal
 
>You sneak into the fenced empty field
>You dismantle the iron plow to remove the blade
>You stow the blade into your satchel
>You also find some nails, leather and a few baskets of apples
>You make several trips back to a small cave in the woods
>It's not a sin if you steal from demons, you tell yourself
>There is nothing left a 15th century Portuguese fisherman can salvage
>You get a brilliant idea
>You wrap some foilage around a fence post
>You ignite the foilage by creating some sparks with your flint and tinder
>You throw the torch into an apple tree.
>The top of the tree slowly ignites, it blazes soon enough
>The trees are clustered, every single one of them are blazing soon enough
>You look over the valley of apple trees ablaze
>You put your hands on your waist, proud of your work
>You retreat to the cave and drift to sleep to the smell of apples roasting
>Hear occasional screech in demon tongues
>Their pain fuels your faith
>You sleep tightly
 
>You wake up around noon
>The sky is dark with ash from yesterday
>You feel bored
>Impure thoughts again
>You decide that this time a simple wooden rod won't do
>You grab some shrapnel from your blunderbuss
>You embed it into strips of leather
>You tie the strips around your fishing rod
>You swing it with full force, bringing it down onto your back
>Blood trickles down your back profusely
>Yes, pain is good
>The pain is salvation.
>You climb on top of the your cave shelter
>You stand on your knees, back covered in blood
>You fold your hands and pray
>A pony with a yellow coat and large pink mane spots you but is too timid to apprehend you
>Instead she just observes you for a few minutes until you move, in response to which she dashes away
 
>You're gathering some foilage to insulate your cave
>You saw another demon today
>It was relatively young
>It had a grey coat and a light green curly mane
>It looked terrified when you approached it
>It started babbling in it's demon tongue and tears streamed down from it's disgusting oversized eyes
>It emptied it's bowels seconds after you approached
>You're not going to waste ammo on this imp.
>You lift your heavy sea boot up, slamming it down onto the demon
>A series of sickening cracks are created as the filly is flattened into a mixture of guts, blood, matted fur, brain matter and feces by the man's boot
>You continue on
>You spot a full grown demon, it has a yellow coat and a large light pink mane
>It's leading about a dozen other demons
>They are all talking in hushed tones
>You fire off a small shot
>They shout in terror and run away from the source of the noise
>You get closer
>They seemed to have grouped together again and calmed down a bit
>You see a huge, gaping cave behind them
>You get as close as possible to them without them seeing you
>You fire off another shot
>They scramble, fleeing into the cave
>You wait until they re-emerge
>You hear guttural roars and muffled cries instead
>You laugh as you walk 'home'
>You fall asleep, you've now been here for a whole week
 
>You wake up
>As usual, you start your day with a prayer
>You have a little shrine set up in your cave already
>You walked around the woods a bit
>You return to the burned fields
>It's literally nothing but ash for acres and acres
>Something sticks out like a sore thumb
>It's a rather large, red-colored demon
>You are reminded of that one Italian poem
>It has a fairly strong musculature
>Your schedule is completely empty
>You walk up bravely to it
>It's stunned in fear
>It starts saying something in a shaky tone
>Doesn't sound like the other demons, real slow and twangy.
>You whack it across the snout with your makeshift whip, dazing it.
>You tie a leather rope around it's neck
>You spend the next few hours resisting it's pull and breaking it
>It sometimes screams but other demons aren't summoned
>Eventually it drops to the ground
>You tell it to rise
>It doesn't
>You whip it until it shows motivation
>It rises
>You mount the stallion
>You kick the heels of your boots into it's flanks
>It instinctively moves ahead
>You hold onto the horse's reigns and spend the rest of the day commanding it around the ashen fields
>As the day ends, you use your other strips to tie it to the tree
>It spends the night weeping
>Sometimes you have to whip the demon to shut it up
 
>You name your newfound mount "Vermelho"
>He tries to put up a fight sometimes
>You respond with merciless beatings
>Strangely enough, it's fairly durable
>It almost never speaks now, as you meet it with extreme prejudice
>You ride Vermelho around the forrest, shooting up game
>You start a campfire
>You cook the birds and rabbits you shot, picking the lead out of each piece of meat carefully
>You've never owned a horse before, so you throw Vermelho half a rabbit
>It doesn't eat it, just looks at it with heavy eyes
>You get annoyed by this
>You whip Vermelho across the face with a stick, pointing at it repeatedly
>It finally gobbles up the flesh
>Tears stream from it's eyes
>The next day, you find Vermelho dead
(Horses cannot into meat digestion)
>Dammit.
>You wander around in the woods until it's dark
>You reach an unfamiliar sight
>Before you open a large town
>It seems fairly desolate though
>Many houses are boarded down
>A few remain open
>Some of them have signs
>You peek into one the stores
>There are...Dresses? Everywhere.
>There are other various garments as well
 
 
>The inside of the store is darkened
>You could still make out the basic shapes of the garments
>You scan the building for a discreet entrance
>Ah-a!
>You find a back door
>You easily force it in
>The denizen of the store hears the break in and rushes down a set of stairs
>She finds Joao standing in the middle of the store, head slightly due to the low ceiling
>She is a unicorn with a white coat and a lightly curled purple mane
>She starts scolding the intruder
>This cannot end will.
>You furrow your brows, a look of distaste appears on your face as this thing scolds you
>Shooting it would cause too much noise
>You attempt to silence it by grabbing it's snout
>The thing bites your hand
>The flesh of your palm has been pierced by demonkin.
>You simmer with rage and backhand the thing across the face
>It falls down, whimpering
>You bring your boot down on the felled pony several times
>The first few times you hear crunches of varying intensity and volume
>The crunches subside, blood starts leaking from it's mouth
>Eventually the force of the stomp is enough to make the body burst, sending gore all over the dresses and the shop floor
>You grab another wide-brimmed feather hat along with some cloth and exit the shop
 
>You have enough cloth to patch up your only set of clothes
>You spend a few days watching the town
>Every day, more of these things flee the settlement
>One day a large carriage arrives in the town
>A tall, gallant-looking being with a flowing sparkling mane exits the carriage
>She is being hailed by her underlings
>It is clear to you that she holds a position of power
>You track her and her horde's movements as she inspects the town and the outskirts
>Firstly, they stop at the location of your latest presence
>Then they proceed to the burnt apple-farm acres
>They also inspect the rotting corpse of the orange blonde-maned pony
>As they sweep through the forest, you watch them from the trees
>They find numerous skeletal remains outside the manticore cave
>They find your cave hovel as well
>Shit.
>They rummage through it
>They seem to be interested in your crucifix, it is taken as evidence.
 
 
>The corpse of your red short-lived mount is also found
>The gallant being makes a speech
>A few hours later, the whole town is vacated
>These things are leaving in hordes
>Seriously, vast hordes.
>You remember your pouches of gunpowder
>You quickly attach a fuse to each pouch
>You light the fuse, tossing the pouch towards the horde of ponies
>It lands on some pony's back, exploding on contact
>A torrent of gore, organs, intestines, bile and other fluids fly, mixed with the grey haze created by the explosion
>A bisected pony with it's intenstines hanging out pathetically tries to crawl away using it's forearms, dragging it's organs on the rough cobblestones
>The survivors see this, fleeing in horror
>Soon enough they are out of range to be targeted by your throw
>The whole town, it is empty.