Gamer's Day [Wild Wasteland]

Sky felt something heavy on her back and shoulder when the blinding light ceased, looking around to see she was in a place filled with the color purple. She looked to her side to see a gun, no a big ass gun on her side. A light machine gun if she remembered right from some book she read in the stable, with a easy to reach with mouth gun on her shoulder.

She was going to love this day, the place around her had alot of things going. A bunch of mares dancing on poles, with little pieces of clothing on them. Sky could only blush at there sight, why they made her blush even she didn't know. The other impressive thing about this place was the grand Alicorn statue, with two pistols, a halo, a devil tail, and the words. The Saint of all Saints.

Immediately noticed her allies around, with kes already leaving the place. towards the blue marker on her new weird EFS? so she turned to answer Scrap's question. "I guess so, might give me a chance to use this new guns of mine." Sky said as she trotted forwards to the marker.

As the lights began brightening, Bakewell clamped her hooves over her eyes and tried to think of every single important memory she had ever witnessed in the wastes.

When she felt actual ground beneath her and heard the noise of various beings moving around, she cautiously peaked out from behind her hooves. She was able to remember everything? No urges to ram into ponies and verbally abuse them? The mare sighed in relief before standing fully and taking stock of her surroundings. Her E.F.S. was all funny and she was wearing unfamiliar clothing but who cares! She had her memories! She had outsmarted the dumb computer! She was queen of the wasteland! All bow before her mighty- What were those mares doing? Oh- oh dear.

Bakewell quickly crossed the room and moved her hoof to cover Violet’s eyes. She had little doubt that the filly had seen many things much worse than strippers in the wastes, but it was the principle of the thing! Little fillies shouldn’t watch such vile things! Heck, responsible older ponies shouldn’t, either! She cast a stern glance over at the bucks in their group, mentally swearing to knock sense into any of them who stopped and stared at the dancers for any amount of time she personally deemed as ‘too long’.

She would follow the group to wherever her EFS was pointing once they moved, but she would be one of the last to leave.

Violet blinked as the simulation’s reality came into being, the room constructing around her. As the last of it materialized, she felt the weight of her new clothes and weapon as they too manifested, the filly looking down at her new outfit.

“Oooh! Pretty!” she exclaimed as she spun around, getting a good look at her new dress before noticing the blade on her back. “OOOOOH!” She quickly drew the katana with a metallic hiss, a gleam in her eyes and a wicked grin on her face that was reflected in the blade (not that she could see it). “I’m liking this simulation already!”

Further admiring of her blade was interrupted when Bakewell suddenly shoved her hoof in the filly’s face, not doing anything to actually block her sight, but the older mare seems to have forgotten that. “...Uh, Bakey? What are you doing?...Oh, look! We do have bones here! Although the simulation seems to have missed some of blood vessels and most of the nerve-endings...”

Lightning closed his eyes for one second. Really, only one. And the next thing he knew, the simulation had formed around him. The first thing he noticed with the EFS. It was literally in front of his face, figuratively, so how could he not see it? What an interesting little system though. Looking at his objectives, the pegasus noticed that they had to go find their... vehicle? That should be interesting.

The next thing Lightning decided to check was to make sure his hooves and wings were all there. And that was when he noticed the new clothing. It was certainly a lot nicer than what he wore on a daily basis. And the helmet he was wearing...he wondered what the rest of the ponies thought about him. Also, Lightning could see that he had a saddle. With two assault rifles with grenade launchers attached. At least he was armed.

He took a look around and saw some of the others beginning to move to the blue circle. He began walking but couldn't help but take a peak at the mares. The pegasus just let out a sigh and a shake of his head before walking off with the others, "Let's go to our objective...I guess."

Bakewell paused her survey of the bucks in her group and let out a quiet “huh?” as she redirected her gaze to her forelimb. It took her a moment to remember the filly’s unique vision quirks.

“Oh. That’s, uh, nice.” She said carefully. The simulation was missing nerve endings? She felt fine, though.

“What exactly is that going to change? Will I bleed less and not feel things as much or something?” She asked the filly, but not before moving her hoof away. She had just noticed Violet’s new blade; Bakewell doubted that the unicorn would do anything to harm her, but on the other hoof samurai swords were only a few edges away from being bonesaws, weren’t they? Bakewell very highly doubted that she would ever ever feel comfortable around the color purple mixed with bonesaws ever again.

“Hmm...Not sure.” she said as she pushed the hoof away, before putting her own on her chin. “I don’t feel any different, and before in that void thing I couldn’t even see any bones or anything in my leg. It could be that the simulator just isn’t simulating all the internal stuff down to the smallest nerve ending and blood vessel, but otherwise that doesn’t seem to be effecting us much.”

She looked back up at Bakewell, wicked grin returning to her face as she came out of the surprisingly deep medical mode she occasionally went into. “But enough of that! Come on, let’s go see what shiny carriages we got!” she whipped her sword around towards the glowing marker, the blade missing Bakewell’s nose by mere centimeters. “Adventure ho!” she cried out before charging towards the door. The various purple-clothed ponies simply looked at her before shrugging and going back to drinking and enjoying the dancers.

Starry covered her eyes with her hoof as the light became brighter. When Starry lowered it, she was in some sort of club, with a ton of purple and some sort of wild party going on. Starry looked herself over, taking note of the labcoat, the name tag, the RPG and broadsword on her back and the charges under her labcoat.

"Aww, yeah! Doctor Starry in da house! I am loaded!!! Get ready, Pony Row! You about to be blasted!" Starry caught a glance of the mares working at the poles. Starry wasn't naive, she knew these mares were dancing for the pleasure of basically every stallion in attendance.

"Hey!" she shouted to the working mares, "Why don't one of you mares come along with me? We're gonna paint the town!" Starry waved one of them over as she held the door open. This was just a simulation, these weren't real ponies, so there was nothing stopping Starry from riding around town robbing banks and causing widespread mayhem. Nothing but the lack of an attractive female accomplice!

Zestari blinked, the whooshing white still rattling around in her mind, as they found themselves standing in a rather opulent room.

The first she noticed was the clothes she was wearing, and she tugged on the collar of the perfectly fitting jacket and looked it over, giving a shrug of acceptance. It wasn't a dress and fit well, it was tolerable. She even liked the colour. The next thing she noticed was the strange items hovering at the side of her vision. She made to grab at one but quickly realised that they were not physcial. Keeping an eye on them she spotted the shiny jutting shape of a firearm from her back and made to grab it. The icon of a hoof changed and was replaced with a silhouette of a pistol. She focused on the icon again, that was odd. Then she noticed the pistol was in her hoof. It was a nice weapon, a massive calibre and shiny, so wonderfully shiny. She rolled it around in her hoof before bringing her hoof back to the same place she'd found the pistol and the gun disappeared from her hoof and returned to her back. It seemed glued onto her back, though. That was odd. There was no holster or pouch for it. Was that a nuance of the simulation?

Ignoring it for the moment, she looked around, her eyes were drawn towards the large silver statue at first, it appeared to be an alicorn, with the tail a long tapering forked thing and a golden ring hovering about its head. She was sure there was some sort of symbolism here, but couldn't pick what it was.

Looking around the room she spotted several mares wearing small amounts of clothing, they seemed to be spinning and twirling around a pole. She blushed, oh my, how... provocative.

Tearing her eyes from the display, she watched Bakewell cover the eyes of the group's filly. She listened quietly to the biological explanation of few blood vessels and even fewer nerves; very strange, indeed. Giving another glance around the room she followed the rest of the ponies out of the room towards 'Go to the garage and get your vehicle.' As she began to set off, avoiding looking at anything she heard Starry behind her.

She paused and looked at Starry open jawed at her... up front attitude. Oh dear, she blushed again, Starry seemed very enthusiastic about the whole thing.

Cross rubbed his eyes at the swirling blends of....whatever the hell he was looking at...Looking at the edges of his vision, he turned his head and in amazement, wondered what had happen....to give him back his purple Twilight Society Cloak, he hadn't worn that in quite some time. Moving about, he felt a distinct lack of uniform but a comfortable vest, yet the clasp didn't have the typical Twilight mark on it so something was out of place.... This wasn't Cross's 'own' gear.

Noticing he had his magic wrapped around something, he brought it up and slid the cane across his gaze to inspect it, a hollow inner tube and a trigger on a very..... provacative? mare.... not to mention the other, dancing skimpy mares in the room, wearing even more suggestive clothing and engaging in even more provocative poses.... He blinked several times realizing he was standing in what appeared to be a strip club....

His heart stopped.

Winter would not be happy, looking around for any friends he spoke out to the closest one while trying to keep himself from becoming to freaked out by his surroundings...he spoke to the closest one, who was Zesty since the others were already out towards the blue waypoint...

"Hey Zesty, maybe...we should get out of here!? ...I don't think Winter would be too happy with me being here...." He tapped Zestari on the shoulder, obviously eager to leave.

Starry’s offer to the dancers to tag along was met with nervous glances from the mares before they politely declined the offer and went back to dancing. Some of the ponies watching yelled at Starry for trying to steal their show as the mare walked off.

The party found itself traveling through a hallway that, while not as nice as the main section of Purgatory, was still better than many of the ruins found in Equestria. As they walked, they all heard numerous beeping noises coming out of their clothing and, upon further investigating, find that they’re all carrying some kind of device in one of their pockets, which seemed to be the source of the beeping. The device seemed to have an odd touch-based screen, and the beeping was silenced by pressing the flashing button in the center, which brought up a menu of options, the first one being ‘Call’ which, according to a helpful pop-up, somehow let you ‘call’ any other similar device and have a conversation with the pony on the other end, like a radio except it can’t be easily intercepted. Each phone had a address log that had the phones of everypony else in the group, as well four other ponies none of them recognized, although for some odd reason one was only labeled as ‘The Boss’.

The next option was a map function, which brought up a colored, interactive map of a large city that included the locations of all the major buildings and shops, including restaurants like Freckled Bitches, clothing stores like Sloppy Seconds, weapon stores like Friendly Fire, car repair and upgrade shops like Rim Jobs, and something called ‘Image as Designed’, among many others. According to the map, the party was in Purgatory, which was in the center of the lower island.

The next option was information on the weapons the phone’s user was carrying, providing specifications, the manufacturer, the characteristics of the weapon, stuff like that. (Look at the wiki links provided for more info, although for Scrap and Bakewell, assume the .45 SMGs and Spiked Boots are like those on the weapons list.)

Next the phone had many other, mostly useless looking functions like a calculator one, but at the end was an option that actually looked interesting, ‘Simulation Info’. Activating that option played an audio message from the voice from the void.

“Pony Row is a simulation based on the concept of an alternate Equestria dreamt up by one dweller of Stable 77. It features a city known as Stillwater, a city controlled by multiple powerful gangs, and thrusts the participants into the recently resurrected Third Street Saints, who are fighting for control of the city with The Brotherhood, the Ronin, and the Sons of Samedi. The city is corrupt by Equestrian standards, featuring drug and prostitution rings, but due to the mindset of the creator is often played with a lighthearted tone. The simulation is designed for fun and to give the participants an open world where they can do as they please with no consequences, while also providing unique activities to complete and exhilarating action with the gang warfare. Simulation will be complete when all activities are completed.”

After finish hearing the explanation of the simulation and exploring the functions of their phones, the party walked into the garage, and were treated to the sight of several very nice looking...vehicles of some kind. They didn’t really look like any of the wrecks the party had seen many times littering the Equestria Wasteland, but with the shiny purple paint job and gold trim they did look very nice. The garage itself was rather large, and contained enough cars for the entire gang. The party’s EFSs directed them towards a corner of the garage that apparently contained their own vehicles, all of them Saints Purple with highlights and trim that matched the driver. As they approached, each of their EFSs placed a marker over the vehicle that was apparently theirs, while their ‘phones’ beeped. Pulling out the device they’d find that it provided information on their respective vehicles.

Violet’s vehicle, a ‘Pulse’, was rather odd compared to the others. It had three wheels, with two in the front and one in the back, along with violet streaks that matched her coat. Her phone indicated that the Pulse is a speedy little vehicle, capable of literally turning on a dime and quickly accelerating to top speed.

Kestrel’s vehicle was a ‘Sabretooth’, a hardy ‘motorcycle’ or ‘chopper’ that had good speed, but less than stellar handling. His phone indicated that its stable compared to the other cycles, and it’s easy to fire from compared to the others. Also, with the black engine parts and streaks on the frame, the thing looked damn cool.

Cross’ vehicle, a ‘Blade’, was, according to his phone, a ‘Sports Sedan’. It was sleek, had red stripes like his old hood to complement the purple, had enough seating for four, and like many of the other vehicles, looked damned cool. His phone said the car was fast, although it’s handling could be better. It also said the car wasn’t the toughest, and that a visit to Rim Jobs may be in order.

Bakewell, as if to make up for her rather lackluster outfit, had the largest vehicle of all. Her phone called it a ‘Atlasbreaker’, and also noted that it was a ‘Monster Truck’, an appropriate name. The thing was huge, the tires themselves could crush several ponies at once and probably any of the vehicles the other party members had! Heck, they were bigger then some of the smaller vehicles the others had! The vehicle also had streaks in a similar tan color of her coat. Her phone noted that the vehicle was rather fast and agile for its large size, not as much as some of the others but more than its bulk would imply, but the handling may take a bit to get used to. It also notes that it handles better off-road then on.

Sky’s vehicle, a ‘Compensator’, was also rather large, although not as large as Bakewell’s. It was another truck, larger than all the other vehicles besides Bakewell’s, and according to her phone the thing could go fast and take a lot of punishment, especially if it gets upgraded, but the vehicle also had rather poor handling. Like many of the other vehicles the truck had blue streaks to match Sky’s coat.

Mona’s vehicle was similar to Cross’, a very sleek sports car called a ‘Temptress’. The main differences, besides the silver streaks instead of red, was the open top and the fact that it only held one passenger. Her phone indicated that the car was fast and handled pretty well, although it couldn’t take as much punishment as some of the other vehicles.

Scrap’s vehicle was a Relic, a name that seemed rather appropriate. The car had an old, rustic feel to it. It was more boxy than the other cars, and the controls inside had an older style to them compared to the other’s. The phone said that it was, in fact, an older car, and while it wasn’t as fast as the other’s, it was a tough old thing that could take a surprising amount of punishment.

Lightning’s vehicle was quite different as well. It was much lower and shorter than the others, and had a completely different design that lowered its mass and increased its aerodynamic qualities. According to the phone, the vehicle, an ‘Elite’, was very fast and maneuverable, even mentioning it was designed for racing. It also noted, however, that the vehicle wasn’t very tough, and care should be taken not to crash into walls with it. It also had blue streaks like his coat.

Starry’s vehicle, a ‘Toad’, was much like Violet’s, although it actually had two full sets of wheels. It was a small, purple and blue streaked vehicle, with large, tough looking wheels and a stern frame. According to the phone, the vehicle was an ‘ATV’, and meant primarily for off-road driving, although it does just fine on-road. It also said the vehicle was fairly speedy and maneuverable, although due to its size not quite as tough as other cars.

Zestari had a vehicle similar to Kestrel’s, a ‘Kenshin’, although there were some noticeable differences. The Kenshin was much more sleek looking, with a shiny purple coat with white stripes. And despite its size, it looked fairly tough to, which the phone confirmed. According to it, the Kenshin was a very fast ‘Motorcycle’, one of the fastest in Stillwater. It was also maneuverable, although the phone warned that if you went speeding through traffic at high speeds you’d need twitch-reflexes to avoid smashing into something, but it did note that doing so is an effective way to avoid pursuers.

Once the party finished inspecting their vehicles, close by they’d see a large entryway, big enough for Bakewell’s Atlasbreaker, leading to a ramp that went up and lead outside. They’ve been apparently underground this entire time.

Sky was amazes with what she had in her hoof, a touchscreen phone. Something like this in the wasteland could be useful, she fiddled with the phone until bumped into her truck. Sky could only gasp at the vehicle the marker led to her, a Giant thing with four wheels. And did she mention how big it was, Sky looked over to the rest to see she had the biggest one of them all. Until she glanced over to BakeWells vehicle, Sky couldn't believe Bake had a vehicle that huge. Well no matter, Hers looked good and blue streaks to match her mane. This place sure knew how it did to please everypony, with this stuff.

now to test drive it. Sky thought as she climbed on the side to get in, She tried to figure out the handles and the door just popped open. "Convenient." Sky said to herself, once she was inside. her battlesaddle and submachine gun were gone, something she didn't expect at all. Inside the EFS in her vision said this vehicle was called the ‘Compensator,' She looked around and her truck just sprang to life. It turned on as closed the door, she looked around and saw simple controls onto it. Like she knew how to drive, she revered the engine a bit. Sky looked in front of her truck, a ramp that lead to the outside. She didn't need to be told twice about this, She pressed her hoof on the pedal and rushed off onto the ramp going outside.

Mona would have simply followed the group for a while, the tall Unicorn having slipped out her handgun from her suit with her Telekinesis (After taking a few seconds to look at the new duds...while it would never show on her face, she had to admit, the suit felt VERY right...), and was now being busy as she looked over the fine weapon. It didn't look like a usual model, having a very 'Custom' flair about it. While Mona usually preferred a good assault rifle, she found herself quite intrigued with the pistol, wondering how powerful it was.

After a moment, she soon found her own phone once the others started pulling theirs out, and wondered two things...Who had apparantly hooked them up to this simulation...and what did they mean by 'assignments'?

However, such thoughts dissapated for a moment, when the group came across the vehicles. Mona didn't bother wondering what they were, instead quickly levitating her phone to find hers, and being rather impressed with what she did see (Though her monotone expression hid it very well).

"It's built for speed and manuverability apparantly. So long as it dosn't get hit hard, it should work quite nicely for whatever these assignments are."

She mumbled, before slipped her phone back into her suit jacket.

"Now, how do we drive it?"

So that was the play then. Beat the challenges, play the game, and raise hell?

Kes could do that. Kes could do that just fine.

First though he needed to get acquainted with his gear, and there was only one way to do that.

Without a word Kestrel climbed atop his motorcycle, somehow knowing how to operate it already. With a push of a button and the revving of the accelerator the Engine roared into live. It was mildly uncomfortable to ride the thing. Kestrels body not exactly made for a vehicle of this design, but it was eaisly ignored.

Popping the clutch and flicking a back paw Kes initiated a smooth, swift gear change and felt the bike begin to move underneath him. Slowly, carefully he eased his way forward towards the exit of the underground garage, into the simulated sunlight beyond.

The bike felt like block beneath him, it would take some getting used to. And what better way to get used to something than to practice with it. Still his brain knew what to do, and for now he was free to ride.

And not a damn thing was going to get in his way.

Bakewell continued to gaze down at her phone as she walked. It was certainly a cool device, though not cool enough to stay in the simulation for.

Her expression hardened when she saw the contact list. ‘The Boss’? That must be the stupid computer that was running the simulation! She should call and give the stupid AI a piece of her mind. Maybe beat the snott out of it, too. Hay, The system’s accomplice was probably here as well. Anypony with a coat too suspiciously green for her tastes had better watch out!

Her call was left uninitiated as she quite literally bumped into her vehicle. The brown earth pony instantly fell into a sitting position as she stared up at the giant beast. It was huge! The intimidating truck dwarfed so many of the other vehicles. The mare looked down and picked up her dropped phone once it beeped. She read the info and looked back at the ‘Monster Truck’ with a puzzled frown. It was… hers? Of course! The AI must have sensed that she was onto it and was now showering her with gifts. Really big, fancy gifts. Well alright, Mr “Boss.” She’ll play along… for now.

She climbed into the large-wheeled truck with as much grace as she could muster and was surprised to find that she instantly knew what all of the various bits and bobs did. She chalked it up to being the work of the simulation before watching the other ponies. She would leave after the last one, just to avoid accidently running any of them over. Poor Violet was so small that Bakewell wasn’t even sure the filly would cause so much as a noticeable bump!

Okay. Bad thought train with even worse mental images. Switching topics now.

Zestari felt the tap on her shoulder and turned towards Cross, her cheeks still slightly rosy with embarrassment. "I don't think she would. But you didn't choose to be here, and if she hears about it, I'm sure she'd understand." She coughed and gave a very enthusiastic nod towards the buck. "I agree, let's go." her eyes darted around nervously. "I think the rest are heading to the garage." she tried pointing to the corner of her vision, at the message 'Got to the garage and get your vehicle' in a way that didn't quite work. Clearly somepony was new to this interface stuff.

She set off, hoping Cross would follow. She wasn’t keen to stay in this place any longer.

As the group wandered down the hallway Zestari felt a vibrating and reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a flat glowing square. Her pace slowed as she looked at the device in fascination. ‘Oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ at each new feature she uncovered.

When she read the simulation info, A few phrases jumped out at her, ‘fighting for control of the city’, ‘do as they please’, ‘no consequences’, and finally ‘Simulation will be complete when all activities are completed.’ Perhaps Starry had the right idea after all, she wondered as they entered the garage.

She walked past a massive vehicle that Bakewell slung herself into, and then passed another 4 wheel vehicle that was much smaller, that a pony would sit atop before seeing it. Her bike. A two wheeled picture of perfection. She knew it was hers, but wasn’t entirely sure why. She went over to it and caressed it with a hoof, running from the handlebars over the fuel tank, and the label ‘Kenshin’ and then along the seat.

Smiling, she slung her rear hoof over it and settled into the seat. After switching the fuel on, she pressed the starter. The bike churned for a moment before coming to life in a steady hum, between her legs the high revving engine clicked away, smoothly and mechanically. She twisted the throttle, and the bike snarled like an angry beast. She felt a rush, and blinked, what was going on? Was this the simulation causing this feeling? Could it affect recollection as well as what she perceived. She swallowed. Things were apparently much more dangerous than she’d first considered. Flicking her rear hoof the bike slid into gear and she followed Kestrel up the ramp, her face in a strange smile.

Scrap was looking through the features on his new phone as he walked toward the vehicle that was marked as his. The info on the simulation was especially interesting. He waa going to continue to explore the functions of his newly obtained device but he reached his car.

Looking over it and the info his new device provided, he decided he rather liked the car, it was rather classy looking although again a bit purply for his tastes. Climbing into the car he inspected the controls and started the car.

To his amazement he already knew how to drive the "Relic" as his phone's information called it. Shifting the car into first gear and putting his hoof down onto the gas pedal the car started to move forward and he followed Zestari and Kes out onto the simulated streets of Stillwater.

Evidently, the strippers didn't really want to go with Starry. That was alright, she didn't need them anyway! There were plenty of pretty mares she could already call friends, and they would all love to cause mayhem with her!

Starry trotted toward the garage, following the rest of the group. When her phone started ringing, Starry promptly pulled it out and looked it over. It was like a tiny pipbuck! It would probably be easy to lose, too, seeing how it's not anchored onto her foreleg. She waited to listen to the description of the simulation, before she decided to take matters into her own hooves.

'Well, might as well get in character, and see what it does!' Starry thought, before dialing up the boss.

"Hey boss!" Starry said into the phone, "Gimmie a job! I'm ready to paint the town, tell me who to hit!"

Starry hopped up onto her Toad. She could barely contain her excitement, this would be the perfect vehicle for drive-by bombings! She covered the lower portion of the phone, to mute her voice a bit to the boss as she shouted to the other ponies in the garage. "Hey! Any one of ya wanna ride alongside me and knock some heads?"

Beeps. Alot of them all at once. As they were walking down to the garage, all these beeps suddenly came out of nowhere. For a second, Lightning thought it was his Pipbuck. But of course, this was a simulation. None of his original gear was here. Once he found this...phone device, he glanced over it's functions. The address book had all the ponies in the group. That was good. But there was four names he didn't know. That could be bad.

Moving on, the phone had a fancy map, weapon specs, and one other important piece of information. A description of what they were living in and why. Open world...anything they wanted...no consequences. Well, this was already a digital world. The last thing Lightning worried about was consequences anyways.

Upon walking into the garage, Lightning couldn't help but smile a little at all the fancy cars, given to each pony in the party. Watching some of the others walk up to their vehicle, he would follow his little marker to his', his eyes falling down to sleek yet short vehicle he was assigned too. It was purple, matching the rest of the group and this city so far, but it had blue streaks that ran across it's frame. "Not bad..." he murmured. According to his phone, it was good for speed and was extremely maneuverable. But it was weak and shouldn't be crashed with. Easy enough. Climbing into the 'Elite', according to the phone, Lightning would glance around, taking note of the steering wheel and the two petals. With as simple as a few flips of some switches which he somehow knew how to operate, his engine roared to life. Smirking to himself inside his helmet, the pegasus would soon speed off, following Kes up and out into the city of 'Stillwater.'

Cross quickly nodded in agreement and followed Zestari as she led their escape into what appeared to be a garage. As soon as Cross emerged from the hallway of 'Purgatory' he let out a deep breath, relieved that he was out of that little crude strip club. He watched as Zestari headed over to the vehicles along with the others... Cross turned and followed his marker to a sleek well-built car called a Blade. He slid his hoof across the paintjob, admiring the red streak that traveled over the car. It was like it was designed specifically for him in mind... The glimmer of the lights mesmerized him... The reflection of Flash...

Flash

Cross looked over as he laid his hooves on the hood of the car over to the weird contraction that Flash had gotten, it looked incredibly unsafe and like it might require more a pilot than an actual driver... Rather than risk Flash getting....injured, Cross came up with a solution...

Getting in his car, he pulled up next to Flash and brought out the pimp cane. With a loud click, the gun shot the back tire of the Elite. He called out to Flash over roar of the engines.

"Hey Flash, you need a ride? I got a spot for you. Let's go get this decked out"
Cross chuckled a bit from spoiling Flash's fun, but truth was, he wanted somepony to watch his back while they went through with this, a bunch of crazy vehicles roaming the city separated from each other might not be the best of ideas.

"Lets go to 'Rimjobs', we can check out this 'Boss' later"

Lightning was just about to hit the ramp at a faster than what was probably safe speed when suddenly, a loud bang caught his attention, his control of the car suddenly lost. When he came to a stop, he would turn around to see Cross shouting out at him. Letting out a light sigh, the pegasus would have LIKED to take his car out of a little test run but it appeared Cross had other plans.

Hopping out of the vehicle, Lightning walked over to Cross before flipping up his dark visors over his eyes. "A little warning would be nice next time," he laughed slightly. He took a moment to admire Cross' vehicle though. It was still a nice looking car. Getting into the passenger seat, he would say when Cross got in, "Rimjobs sounds fine to me. I'm sure whoever this...Boss is, he can wait."

Kes pulled out his phone once he was outside, giving a call to this only name on the list that seemed to matter.

The Boss.

"Kes here. Need a job." was all he said before hanging up and revving his bikes engine. Quick pop of the clutch and Kes was moving on down the road. He took it easy at first, getting a feel for the big bike underneath him.

When he felt more daring the big gryphon would start to build up a bit more speed. As he drove the gryphon couldn't help but notice the similarities between the bike and himself.

When flying Kestrel was more steady and constant in his speed, and he was not the best at hairpin turns or incredible feats of agility, unless he tucked his wings in first.

That actually gave him an idea. Gunning the engine Kes found a good, decently sharp turn on his Minimap and began to prepare for the action to come.

When he hit the turn Kes let off the accelerator, braked, and began to lean into the curve, one of his wings flying out to catch the air and act as a larger secondary brake to make up for the bikes lack of superior handling.

Midway through that he began to accelerate again, letting the back tire dig into the asphalt and start trying to push forward. With all of this combined Kes hoped he would make his turn safely.

If not the giant mob of innocent pedestrians on the sidewalk he was headed towards would make for a nice cushion.

“Oooh, that’s cool! I can’t usually see these things! Must be the simulation.” Violet remarked as she floated the phone in front of her face, sliding her hoof over it as she looked at the different options. She found herself stopping at the weapon info section, eye’s drawn to the second entry, after her katana. ‘Enhanced Kinetics’. “Oooh...this is interesting...” she muttered to herself, a wicked grin playing on her face before she trotted after the others.

The filly stopped in front of her tri-wheeled vehicle, the grin on her face only growing as he eyes brightened up in excitement. “This. Is. AWESOME! I really love this simulation!” she exclaimed before hopping onto the Pulse, hooves finding their way to the handles with practiced ease that Violet didn’t even know she had. WIth a grin that showed all her teeth, she started the bike up and sped away from the party, pulling a very sharp turn while narrowing missing one of the other cars in the garage and blasting towards the ramp at full speed, flying past the other’s cars. “YAAAAA-HOOOOOOOOOO!” she cried out as she went went airborn, flying right over the street and the cars driving on it, landing in an alley on the other side, Pulse bouncing a bit as she skidded to a stop and sharply turned back towards the others. “I LOVE THIS SIMULATION!” she nearly screamed as she thrusted her forehooves into the air.

After her phone rang a few times, Starry’s ears were assaulted with the sounds of gunfire and explosives. Obviously The Boss was having a fun party!

“Yeah, just hold on a minute.” came a male, cockney voice on the other end, followed a loud gunshot and what sounded like a neck being snapped. “Right then, Starry? Don’t have much for you to do at the moment, and I’m busy here myself. Just go fuck up some Ronin or something.” the sound of gunfire increased before the the message ended with a beep. And when Kestrel tried to call later, he didn’t even get an answer.

Meanwhile, when Cross tried to use his Pimp Cane to disable Lightning’s car, he found that maybe he didn’t read the weapon’s description enough. For when he pressed the trigger, the force of the blast actually pushed the cane back a foot, and the shell tore through a chunk of Flash’s vehicle...Which then spontaneously combusted. And then completely exploded in a rather sizable fireball several seconds later.

Kestrel, meanwhile, found that he was just barely able to avoid smashing into a wall, getting right up next to the sidewalk before his bike actually got moving forward again. He’d probably want to get more of a feel for his bike before he tried anything like that again.

Anyway, well Kes narrowly avoided smashing virtual civilians and Cross and Lighting were trying to not die in a fiery explosion, the others gathered outside near ramp, the mass of vehicles blocking off the flow of traffic on the road but the drivers didn’t seem to mind, and just backed away from the purple vehicles. What would the party do next? Well, that was up to them, as their objective thingy seems to have disappeared...For now.

Scrap veered his car out into traffic after the target disappeared on his reticle and started to drive away from the group, the phone would allow him to find them later when needed.

After a few minutes of driving-and several dents and dings on his new ride he felt like he had at least gotten his understanding of how to drive his car to a level he felt was acceptable.

Parking his car he got out and waded into the flow of virtual ponies that was moving on the sidewalk. Locating a uninhabited car parked by the other side of the road he decided it was time to see if he could actually use the massive guns that were attached to his back. He assumed he could because he sure hadn't known how to drive before coming into the simulation and it gave him a rudimentary knowledge of that.

Drawing the guns he telekinetly held them in front of him and proceeded to unload the full clip from both of them into the vehicle from a safe distance.

Kes squealed to a forward shift just before he smashed into the side walk. His bike squealing forward and annoying the some random bystander in the crowd of people.

"Oi Asshole learn to drive!" The stallion shouted, a few others nodding beside him. This prompted Kes to stop his bike and turn around to face the unfortunate buck.

The phone said it was easy to shoot from this bike...time to test that hypothesis out. Pulling out the heavy handgun in his long coat Kes aimed down the sights and fired once. The bullet aimed right at the bucks head.

The simulation had said something about there not being many consequences for such actions...so why the hell not? Kes was not easy to annoy, but disrespect him or act like and idiot and you were sure to be punished.

The bullet sent the buck flying. Body broken and dead before it hit the wall.

After that Kes drove off again, leaving the screaming masses behind to mourn their loss. Monitoring his speed and steering carefully Kes began to make his way towards the other parts of the city of Stillwater. maybe, just maybe, he could find something to do out here. Some rival gang members to mow down perhaps.