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Pizzamovies
Pizzamovies - Derpi Supporter
Solar Supporter - Fought against the New Lunar Republic rebellion on the side of the Solar Deity (April Fools 2023).
Roseluck - Had their OC in the 2023 Derpibooru Collab.
Princess of Love - Extra special version for those who participated in the Canterlot Wedding 10th anniversary event by contributing art.
Tree of Harmony - Drew someone's OC for the 2022 Community Collab
Elements of Harmony - Had an OC in the 2022 Community Collab
Non-Fungible Trixie -
Preenhub - We all know what you were up to this evening~
Philomena - For helping others attend the 2021 community collab
Twinkling Balloon - Took part in the 2021 community collab.

Burger Rebellion
Been working on this for a year, finally found the motivation to come back to it. Based off of FoE. (Might be I want that badge)
 
Anyways it follows the story of my Oc, how typical, and his attempts to make life normal as Equestria is reborn again. Now, due to the town of Brent being so far and isolated, that’s gonna take a while.
 
This is also a backstory on the Humans in the Fringe invasion and how the ponies joined the war against genocide.
 
First chapter.
Pizzamovies
Pizzamovies - Derpi Supporter
Solar Supporter - Fought against the New Lunar Republic rebellion on the side of the Solar Deity (April Fools 2023).
Roseluck - Had their OC in the 2023 Derpibooru Collab.
Princess of Love - Extra special version for those who participated in the Canterlot Wedding 10th anniversary event by contributing art.
Tree of Harmony - Drew someone's OC for the 2022 Community Collab
Elements of Harmony - Had an OC in the 2022 Community Collab
Non-Fungible Trixie -
Preenhub - We all know what you were up to this evening~
Philomena - For helping others attend the 2021 community collab
Twinkling Balloon - Took part in the 2021 community collab.

Burger Rebellion
The wind blew softly through the pine trees, whispering from down the mountain. They swayed and groaned, standing tall like giants, watching over the small town of Breton. This town, or more of a scattering of Ill constructed hovels that resemble dwellings, sits nestled between these pines. A single dirt road snakes it’s way from the town’s center and through the pines and down the mountain side.
 
In a puff of grey ash, an orange colt stepped off this path and stood before the array of buildings. He stood there and just took it all in. Breathing in and out slowly, gazing at the miserable looking metal and wood constructs. Somehow, this pony, whose name was Pizzamovies; Or Pez for short as the other pony inhabitants of the town called him, was content living here. This was his home. The only home he had, and it was a complete dump.
 
Gazing up at the dark grey sky, he thought he could almost see the sun, peeking out from behind the ash and haze. He felt as if nothing could ruin this beautiful afternoon. Until he heard a loud shout from above and, in that moment he knew, he screwed up.
 
“Incoming!” With a gush of wind, a blur of brown and feathers landed down on top, forcing him down to the ground.
 
With his legs splayed out in all for directions and his head in the ground, it was hard for Pizza to see who it was. But that voice was all too familiar. Say hello to the best of friends and partner in crime, Twister. Twister Breeze was the most rowdy, humiliating Pegasus this side of old Equestria. But the only one who met the requirements to be a friend at all.
 
With a mumble and a groan, Pizza tried to shift and throw off the disturbing weight off his back. “Get off you dodo minded oaf!”
 
Now, usually Twister would comply with this demand. But, he had something special on his mind. “Of course I will, as soon as you admit you were plot peeking.”
 
Incredulous, Pizza grunted a reply. “Plot peeking? The hell you talking about?”
 
Twister pointed with a hoof towards the center of town, even tho Pizza could not see, at a young filly trotting along slowly. This filly, black in color with a wavy orange mane and a complexion that would knock out a Minotaur with one look, just so happened to be Incendia. She, also so happened to be Pizza’s long time crush. Also did I mention she was a unicorn?
 
“You know exactly who I’m talking about. Don’t even bother trying.” Twister laughed at his own joke, feeling pretty proud he had caught him in the act.
 
Using this moment of distraction, Pizza somehow found the strength to push up off his hooves, lifting Twister up and over, and tossing him seven feet to the right. Not that impressive considering Pegasus ponies have hollow bones. Still he made a loud thud when he hit the ground. In the cloud of dust, he sprung back up and flapped his wings once, turning to face his opponent.
 
The two stared at each other for a moment, like one of those old western Appaloosa movies. Not a hoof twitched. After about a minute they both relaxed and stepped towards each other, and with a quick hoof bump the two acted like nothing had happened.
 
“So tell me, had any luck yet with her?” Asked Twister, raising a curious eyebrow.  
Pizza shrugged. “Don’t know, found some old comics out in the grain silos..somehow. She seemed to like them but old Belkins came and shooed me off.”
 
Now, as much as Incendia was a filly, she was tough and could take care of herself, especially with her magical abilities. But one old pony, who also owned the only tavern in town, had a soft spot for her. Not in a weird way, but like that wise old uncle who got drunk and told crazy stories. You can see how that works out, so she lives in a small shack behind the tavern.
 
“Darn that sucks, well you might as well talk to her while he is overseeing his establishment.” Suggested Twister as he began to walk off towards.
 
“You don’t seem to get it do you?“Said Pizza as he followed after close behind.
 
They passed the first few buildings, nothing more than square wooden shacks with metal sheet roofs. The best housing around exclusively scavenged from an old factory and a train. Father beyond there were a few two story constructs, made of the same dirt grade materials, but at least these had windows.
 
As they strode by the first of these “shops”, they passed by a shady figure by the name of Waromack. Always moody and holding some kind of weapon, he is a mercenary hired by Belkin’s, usually around just to stop petty fights. But he has come in handy a few times when a roving gang or ruffian stops by and tries some funny business. The corpses still hang in the forest..somewhere.
 
Not making eye contact they kept moving, but the stallion’s eyes never left them alone, until they were out of sight of course, then he went back to snoozing, tugging the wide brim hat lower to cover his eyes. But one would be a fool to think he was truly asleep.
 
Looking back down the path, they caught the tail end of her slipping into the wooden door of the Stealthy Stable. It closed leaving the two standing there with their thoughts.
 
Twister looked at him and smiled. “Only one thing to do brother.” He motioned with a hoof for Pizza to go first. Who kindly declined the offer with a slight shake of the head.
 
“Alright you asked for it.” And with that, he took two strides and threw the tavern door opened and went inside, a wide grin on his face.
 
Visibly panicking for a moment, Pizza debated wether to go in a face the consequences of whatever Twister was doing, or to run away into the woods and never come back. Either sounded good at the moment, even the mutated creatures and gangs sounded better then the humiliation of what was about to happen. With a groan, he timidly entered the dim building and swallowed his fear, partially.
 
Walking through a second opening, he was imidiatly hit with the usual smells of the Stealthy, vomit, sex and smoke. Not the best but the air was probably still better in here then out there. Already having to step over a puddle of spilled booze, he spotted Twister at the curved bar, talking with Incendia like they were old pals. He cringed and moved to the left, around all the tables.
 
Behind the bar, Belkins spotted him too and gave a very unfriendly dirty look. So, what happened last time they were here involved the leader of the Dragoons squad, a parasprite and seven liters of Moab Jack. It did not end well and Pizza found out just how well Belkins employed the shotgun he hid behind the counter. So, now they are sorta banned.
 
Twisters ears perked and he turned and spotted Pizza, already knowing he had entered and was trying to be sneaky. “Hey Pez! Come on over we were just talking about you.”
 
Typical. With a sigh and ears hotter then a Cybengernade, he walked over, ignoring the gaze of Belkins and Incendia alike, who seemed very curious indeed. Making sure to sit on the side opposite to her, he boosted himself up onto the old creaky stool, turning to face the other too.
 
“So glad of you to join us Pizzamovies.” Said Incendia in her low, smooth voice. It sent shivers down his spine how she used his full name.
 
He was about to reply when Twister answered for him. “Don’t sweat it fancy hooves, my pal Pizza would not miss a meeting like this for anything in the world.”
 
Pizza looked quite confused. “Meeting? I was never told of this Twister.” His face gave the message of, shut up this is not the plan and we should leave. Of course his partner is the worst at taking hints and went right on talking.
 
“In fact, it’s so great that he even suggested earlier that the three of us go on an adventure, together.” He had drawn out that last word for emphasis.
 
Incendia looked a bit skeptical, before lighting her horn and taking a sip of the copper colored beverage she was drinking. She smacked her lips at the taste and smiled. “Sounds like a great idea, tho what is there to explore for us?”
 
She had a good point, and Twister looked dead at Pizza expecting him to answer. He stammered for a moment and peeked up eventually. “We could check out that old factory. It’s been ages since we have been back in there.”
 
She sighed and turned back towards the counter. “Sounds boring. You guys can go ahead.”
 
Pizza glanced at Twister with a sense of emergency, but his face said it all. He mouthed the word relax and turned back to Incendia. “What if I told you there was a weapons cache of some kind in there..and we gotta find it.”
 
Now that sparked her interest and she looked back at the two and took another sip. “Alright, what kind of weapons and where exactly?”
 
“Well I do know they date back to before the war, and i bet they still are in great condition.” Said Twister in a matter of fact tone. “Unfortunately, I have no idea where exactly. Probably in the underground levels somewhere.”
 
Belkins, who this entire time had appeared to be cleaning up behind the counter, was actually eaves dropping, spoke up in his old raspy voice. “You sprites better not be planning to go there. That’s Reschel territory, even Waromack had a tough time with those folk. Stay outa where you don’t belong, for your sake.” He snorted and eyed Pizza and Twister with a sour expression, before continuing to clean, his point made.
 
Not knowing what to do, the two colts just looked down at the bar counter. After a moment Incendia groaned and grabbed Twister by the wing, jumping off the stool and onto the wooden floor.
 
“Let’s go losers, we got some work to do.” She said as she half dragged, half led the unaware and innocent Pegasus across the bar.
 
Pizza jumped down and quickly followed after and met them back outside. It was quite late now, but with there being no sun, it can be kinda hard to tell the time. So let’s go with around dusk because there is no way it’s the morning.
 
Incendia had let go of Twisters poor wing, who he was now rubbing it with a look of scorn, but stayed quiet. He knew bringing anything up was the biggest mistake he could possibly make. She liked being right and was always right, if you catch the hint.
 
“You have a plan then?” Asked Pizza bringing up the rear.
 
“You can bet your last apple on it. Unfortunately, my mind works in mysterious ways so you dumb boys will have a hard time understanding.” She was so sassy with that and flicked her tail at them.
 
Twister just shook his head in amusement. “Sounds like you have been thinking about going somewhere long before I suggested it.”
 
“You got that right.” She stopped as they reached the end of the path and the edge of town, now before them was large field of dead grass and grey dirt, and beyond the pine forest. “Always wanted to find out what was beyond.”
 
There was silence before the two colts burst into hysterics.
 
“Beyond? That sounds more like a space novel then a trip through the woods.” Said Twister between gasps of air.
 
She huffed and turned to face them as they regained their composer, if only slightly. “Yes, beyond as in farther then the forest and even the mountain itself.”
 
“Cendi, come on your just asking to get killed now. I thought we were just gonna go explore the factory.”
 
She shrugged and began across the open field, swishing her tail back and forth in a circular motion. Quite alluring. “Well no time to waste! Besides it will be even more fun in the dark.”
 
Twister wasted no time following after, he flapped once and was airborne flying slowly above her. Pizza was left standing there with a vacant expression on his face.
 
“But wait! We don’t have any supplies! Or a map!” He called out in a confused voice.
 
“Oh shut up Pez! We will be fine!” Twister shouted back.
 
Groaning, Pizza took one last look back at the town and took off to catch up. He slowed down once he came side by side with Incendia. She shook her head not looking at him and kept going. They reached the edge of the field and stood before the leading edge of the pines.
 
“They look way bigger from above.” Said Twister, hovering with his arms crossed.
 
Incendia did not stop her stride and went straight into the forest, passing by the first few scattered trunks, some wider then two stallions put together. Twister swooped down and landed next to her and kep tspeed, with Pizza bringing the rear a few paces back.
 
She chipped up after a few minutes of walking, the clearing and town out of sight now. “As you both know, the Gestom Munitions plant has been abandoned for almost 200 years. Before the war, it produced high quality magik based weapons and gear designed for specialty combat teams.”
 
Twister nodded, slightly paying attention. He knew his history but most of what she said was just jumbo. The part about magical weapons caught his attention.
 
“So, odds are this place had been picked clean by ponies far greater in skill then us. I have been back here once but never ventured past the staging yards.”
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