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“There were other little variances. Dolls hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the hallway.
A stuffed rabbit tucked into a hospital bed… no, not tucked. Strapped. Two dozen bed sheets
stretched across the hallway, decorated with maroon houses and stick figures. And more
detailed paintings of ponies. And… fire. And ponies fighting. Ponies dismembered.Something moved beyond the sheets, but when I yanked them aside I saw only empty hall.“What the hay is going on here?” I muttered softly. I suddenly found myself longing for Pony
Joe’s. “Give me bodies… or something shooting at me… or something. Not freaky pictures and
words written in dark paint.” I glanced back and saw both of them staring at me. “What?”“She doesn’t know?” Glory whimpered to P-21.“Apparently not,” P-21 said as he looked behind us.“Know what?”Glory swallowed. “That isn’t paint, Blackjack.” She pointed at the black-red letters on the wall.I closed my eyes. Oh I really really wish she hadn’t said that. “Right. Of course it isn’t.” I looked down yet
another empty hall and shouted, “Okay! You’re officially sick fuckers! Now come out so I can shoot you!”Then we heard a soft ‘thump, thump, thump, thump’ in the hallway ahead of us. A bright red ball bounced
down the dimly lit hall towards the three of us. No… not a ball. It was too irregular for that. It rolled to a
stop at my feet, leaving bright wet splotches on the floor. The face on the severed head was a mask of terror.A foal giggled in the darkness.“Cute,” I muttered. This head was fresh.“Shit. Shit. Shit,” P-21 repeated over and over again as he stared down at it.“Calm down,” I muttered, trying my best not to freak out. “It’s just a head.””
well i mean there are only 3 grim ratings to begin with, dark, semi grimdark and grimdark they indicate levels of bad, this is tagged as semi grim-dark because while it depicts blood and gore, it doesn’t show the action that caused said gore, also if your sensitive to blood and you haven’t blocked anything and everything to do with fallout equestria, your clearly just looking for a reason to complain
Absolutely idiotic rule. Way to let shit that a lot of people don’t want to see slip through our filters, DB staff.
F^CK
NO
Edited
YES
Oh hell no
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
thats not a spoiler so, um no.
if you want a spoiler i can give you that, at the end of the scene that begins with this little bit of fun here blackjack and co end up having to euthinise 40 pre war foals that had had been stuck in stasis fully aware for 200 years, they had gone nuts and used the computers in the hospital to torture and murder ponies as ‘play’ BJ never got over that and it would serve as one of the bigest loadstones for her heart throught the rest of the story
Put a spoiler tag, please.
It’s a fan fic on fimfiction
Is that like a pdf or something?
It’s based on Chapter 6 of Fallout Equestria: Project Horizons.
It’s mostly about children went threw an experiment that made them connect to the hospital computer then controlled the hospital robots to kill the staff and anyone else that came to the place and blackjack (the one in the middle) had to turn off their life support in order to stop them.
It’s fallout Equestria
Indeed, comrade… indeed…