>Day Orange Fire in Equestria
>Three days ago Fluttershy managed to convince all the mares in P0nyville that they're all your fetish.
>Ever since then you have been hiding in the cabinet under the kitchen sink.
>You get out and check if the barricades you set up earlier are still there.
>The fridge is blocking the front door.
>The kitchen table is blocking the back door.
>You have your set bed up so that completely cuts off access to the upper floor.
>Everything appears to be fine and so far it has been working.
>As you're walking back to the kitchen, there is a loud banging at the front door.
>"ANON, OPEN THE HELL UP!"
Hell no, Twilight.
>"I WILL BLOW THIS DOOR UP IF YOU DON'T COME OUT HERE AND FUCK US!"
>You don't respond to that, because you already know that she'll do it regardless.
>You hear the mass of mares around your house yelling in agreement.
>Fuck this
>Scrambling back to the cabinet, you quietly close the little door and pull out your two way radio and hold the button on the side.
>You have to make the call.
OVERLORD, THIS IS ALPHA POINT REQUESTING PAYLOAD NEAR MY POSITION, REPEAT, ALPHA POINT REQUESTING PAYLOAD NEAR MY POSITION.
>Nothing
>Just static silence
>...
>Shit, did you remember to put batteries in?
>"ALPHA POINT, THIS IS OVERLORD, REQUEST ACKNOWLEDGED. DANGER CLOSE, REPEAT, DANGER CLOSE."
>Guess that answers that.
>You drop the radio and curl up into a ball and await the wreckage that will come.
>You hear the fighter jets zooming by, releasing tons of Agent Orange and Napalm around your house and the forest nearby.
>The screams of many rapist p0nies are short, and soon there is silence once again.
>You don't dare venture out, for there is an orange fog of death and fire out there.
>So you stay, under the sink, curled up in a ball, for roughly a week.
>You hear a knocking at the front door.
>Who the hell is still alive?
>You get out from the cabinet and answer the front door.
>It's Twilight
>Wat
>"Anon, it's been a few weeks since you left your house, and p0nies have been saying that you've been yelling about Rapists, an Overlord, and Orange Fire, a lot."
>"I think you need serious help, Anon."
>WAT
>The hell does she know?
>She doesn't know the war you fought in.
>The rapists stalking you all the time.
>The pain, the killing, the SUFFERING.
I FOUGHT MY WARS AND PAID MY DUES!
>You slam the door shut and walk back to the kitchen.
>You head under the sink and pick up the toaster you dropped earlier and radio to HQ.
OVERLOAD, THIS ALPHA POINT, REQUESTING ANOTHER PAYLOAD NEAR MY POSITION.