She was blue of skin, and rainbow haired. She carried a kalashanakov with a leather colored 30 round magazine on her person often, and ruled over her constituents with the ease of a commoner. For she was a commoner in all practicality, she spent her time with the lowest of the low, digging the dirt, shoveling the shit, and healing the wounded. It was an anarchial society, Equestria. The mirrage of freedom glistened from former South Africa to South Sudan, containing only the willing. There was no room for greed in the selfless, socalist and very much nationalistic society of Equestria. Dash was on her way to a boarder dispute meeting with the Democratic republic of the Congo. Her Entourage consisted of first two curious looking ladies from Bangkok, and those equestrian constituents who sought to support their figurehead. Dash knew in her heart that her people would worship her until their death, and feared the possibility of their lives being squandered over more greed and power hungry ideals propogated by the west. Equestrian revolutionaries and sympathizers were running rampant in high-control countries, leading to the necessary annexation of those republics in order that the ideals of freedom and generosity may be incorporated at the destruction of selfishness. That is who dash and her constituents we're meeting at the all-grow, an undefined line of territory staked by Equestria and all opposing countries.
She was blue of skin, and rainbow haired...
1st lieutenant duram was sent by the Congo government go meet at the border and inform the nationalistic terrorist organization, Equestria, that the drc was not willing to submit control as easily as South Sudan. He personally had mixed feelings about the encounter, on one hand he was loyal to his country, and on the other he wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Granted, all of the countries that had been devoured by the equestrian takeover were war torn countries, all with little resources and little dedication to any cause. They were easy to pursuade into a new, radical lifestyle. He had also heard tales of untold, mesmerizing beauty of dash, the leader of the equestrian movement. All of the videos of her on the internet had insenuated that she was a schizophrenic lunatic. In one report with RT, the Russian federation's international news channel, she forced the reporter to eat a LSD tab, and then tried to tell her that the fear which incorporated the tab into her body was the fear the western government system uses on a daily basis to control their constituents. Don't own firearms, pay lots of money for school, but a nice car and have protests for certain party adgendas. But, he was pretty sure she was a madwoman and would probably just shoot him and his men when they relayed their decline of a laughable transfer of power.
They approached. Dash was in front, and her enturage followed in a large, somewhat disorganized group behind her. Lt. Duram supposed they must have driven in their infamous trailblazer army and walked forward for a more moving effect. Dash looked strange, she had many of the curves one might expect from a woman, but some features seemed intrinsically different. She approached uncomfortably close to him, within a foot or two and stopped. The group that followed her all stopped too, and glanced across at a collage of barbed wire fences, tanks, and malnourished soldiers pointing the barrels of their pkp machine guns among others at their singularities.
Duram let out a quick cough to clear his throat before he pulled out his letter to retort. A murder of crows flew from their comfort nests at the sudden sound from the quiet field surrounded by a particularly scenic lushness seen nowhere else.
"On behalf of the Democratic republic of the Congo, you are urged to turn your, eh.." Duran peered at the less that stellar group of I'll equipped people behind Dash. He couldn't help but notice they all seemed different somehow. "Forces... Around and return from the lands you have come. Your revolutionaries and penetrating redoric have caused our nation enough turmoil, and to prevent further bloodshed and sorrow you are URGED to retreat to your domains." "Bloodshed. Turmoil. These words have only one association in Equestria" dash let out cooly. "Your tyrrany as a nation has come to an end. Your people are rising against you, and as we speak, statues and tapestries of me and Equestria stay themselves in the poorest and wealthiest homeolaces in the Congo. All are tired of the endless circus of money, of power. It is imperative that you let us, and our equestrian boarder, pass you here, so that we may bring stability to the region."
Lieutenant duram stuttered at the strong retort, and managed an eye or two at his men during. Many of them sympathized with Dash's call, and he truely did not know how many would commit to a slaughter of peaceful anarchists passing through what was becoming an arbitrary boarder. He fondled the Islamic, bone carving his son had made for him just before he left for this mission. He truely did not know if it was the right decision, but he felt as if the totality of the circumstances promoted the passiveness of Equestria in the present defining moment. No, he had been so sure of himself.. Dash put a foot forward, as if to stamper or jolt forward a nudge. Duran committed to his reflex and stepped sideface. His men understood the gloom of moral victory but national failure, and stayed themselves as Dash and her Entourage of perhaps only a few hundred passed by in silence. Dash peered back at former lieutenant duram, pondering the ideals of freindship and grace. "Come with us. Let this boarder change be painted in joy, not in red." Duram pulled his beret of his head and dropped it to the now mudding grassy ground.
It seemed indeed, there was no denying this worldly unforseen movement of anarchial love and dissolution of the modern construct.
Has my psychadelic drug use turned me into a schizophrenic or a autist?
dont stop using psychedelics op
good shit
I appreciate the support!
Her coat is blue, her skin is pink, feggert
Dash in this story is actually a anthropomorphic individual with blue dye skin.
lets dose sum 2c-b op
When I do 2cb I can't stop seeing aliens and those fuckers scare the shit right out of me.
Mmk op signing off will be back.
>bakelite is leather
Get wrecked plastic boy. Said leather colored ya tebya nenavizhu
Did sum1 say Dashnikov? Cause I think someone said Dashnikov.
Oh my god, it gets worse the more I read. Anarchy is not socialism. Spelling is terrible, as is grammar. Border. Get it right. Africa has no fucking tapestries. That's middle east or medieval Europe. Anarchy is by nature not peaceful. And do you really think that Congolese soldiers, seeing the leader of an infamous militia, and armed with PKMs would just let them walk into the country? They kill their own people over what tribe they're from, outsiders mean nothing to these people. You severely overestimate the discipline and resolve of rank and file central African military personnel.
Holy shit, my eyes.
Like these? They're more common in 5.45x39 for the AK-74, but apparently are produced in 7.62x39. Bakelite.
They also come in plum, but those are really purple.
God damn /k/ I'm aware that the leather colored magazine in the story is referring to a bakelite magazine and yes it is a 74. And yes I know the Grammer and setup is bad, whatever fuck you. That's right.
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