Story Idea floating in my head:

After the Arbu Massacre, Little Pip makes a critical error. She misses one.

The one that lived, the last of Arbu's cannibal hunters now goes on a roaring rampage of revenge in the search of the pony that murdered his family and wiped out his village.

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On a side note, Little Pip and me have the one thing in common that I actually feel bad for the Arbus. Bla Bla cannibal bla bla savages bla bla they deserved it bla bla bla bla. Most of the hunters kills were probably raiders and bandits anyway, they practically did Pip's job for her.

I'm just saying, if you were stuck in a radioactive shithole because your ancestors generations ago werelocked out and left to die by rich assheads who were privileged enough to get tickets to the safe space, you would probably go fucking psycho too. (and then the distant offspring of the same assheads that locked them out goes to kill their distant offspring, go figure)

Doesn't help that you can't exactly grow food without a sun, thanks pegasi. Next time you can shit on their heads when you fly over some ponies to taunt your superiority. No wonder the slaves hate your feathered butt cheeks.