(Story extract)

Wearing a wide grin, I let off a light chuckle, trotting over to the stallion and stowing Thumper on my back. Ow, ow, owie, man his barel gets hot fast. “You had me at watching the fireworks. Please tell me there’s at least a balefire egg in there, too?” He blunk at me a few times, a smile crossing his own muzzle as he let off a laugh, Static and Crash Dive trotting with us as he started moving back for the doorway.

“You kiddin’? I’ve got at least ten o’ the things set up dunstairs, along with a massive bloody mortar shell I was just able to get over here. Dropped it down a basement hatch in back, has at least five bricks of C4 ‘round it.” Oh, sweet mother of Celestia, if he wasn’t a Steel Ranger and I wasn’t as smart as I am I’d let him have me right then and there. It’s nothing personal, the big armor’s just kind of a turn-off. Giddily bouncing on my hooves for a moment, Static came up on his other side, Crash Dive doing the same on mine.

“Just when I thought we had enough ponies crazy about explosives in the wasteland… ah, sorry, I don’t think we caught your name. I’m Static Charge, the pegasus currently acting like an idiot next to you is Night Strike, and the pony next to her is Crash Dive.” Stepping back out into the night, we turned back west, heading for a small hill a short ways outside of the town. Note to self, smack Static in the back of the head later… after we get to watch this place go up in a gigantic firey explosion just shy of a small tactical megaspell, of course. Fuck you Molly Manticore and fuck your pizzeria and creepy animatronics in their everything.