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I'm writing a story(thats based on a true story) about how a bunch of angry bronies attacked my gaming store and how we managed to fend them off.

Part 1
It has only been a week and the colors still haunt my mind. The bronies came in full force, I remember their man boobs flopping up and down as they came running. I remember the store own telling us not to throw the water balloons until we see the white of their eyes....

I remember......

It was the usual day at the store, the neckbeards were painting their orks and space marines, the skinny young players were kissing their girlfriends, they were merely preps and was not into the table top gaming scene, they only played it because they watched too much glee and thought being nerdy was cool, and there was me, sitting down. However two fat men came in, both were wearing pink shirts, one with a picture of pinkie pie on his shirt. Because it was a gaming store, they assumed that we were bronies and they asked us if they could throw their brony party inside to celebrate the release of Equestrian girls but the store owner said no, because we had a tournament on the day of their party. However, they took offense to this, accusing us of hating bronies and being homophobic. They went on to rant about the efforts of the civil rights movement and MLK's death and that those were in vain because we weren't letting them throw a party. The owner told gave them an alternate date, but the two fat men ignored them and left after telling us that this is war. We took this as a bluff, and went on in our usual buisness. However as time went on, we saw a bunch of fat men in neon colored shirts pass by and they sneered at us before leaving. We then knew that it was serious. We had to prepare for an assault.

The Owner happened to have a bunch of cardboard boxes which we used to create space marine armor. Everyone then put on their power armor, painted blue after the Ultramarines. The remaining cardboard was used to create a wall around the door of the flgs, complete with towers for balloon archers. Everyone bought slingshots and water balloons for our weapons.

The following morning we were in our posts, when we saw a bunch of brightly colored fat men come up from the distance. They were wearing pony hats, tails. I remember vividly the grease rolling down their face from the pizza they were eating.

We knew it was going to be a hard fight.....

I'll post part 2 in a bit

For Glory.

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