As some of you may know, I do research on my fics in the hopes of being 'accurate' and 'realistic' (yes, in a world full of magical ponies, I know right?), well yesterday I finally managed to get an actual Marine to comment on the technical points of my fic. ~yay! Apparently I made errors with regards to some of the firearms (USMC issued nightscopes, tactical issues with the M4 vs M16), loadout (he should be carrying HEAPS more ammunition - at least 8 clips, and obviously, no dragon skin armor), and more... but overall he liked it (although he hasn't read Fallout Equestria)

Read the review on his tumbler here: Ask a Marine Brony

For those of you who have taken the time to read my blog, I have a little treat: a taste of the next chapter. Enjoy!



The ‘enemy combatant’ I had tied up began to stir. When I had removed his armor and saddlebags I noticed that his green coat looked matted, mangy and smelled foul; his cutie mark appeared to be a fractured skull. Not what I was expecting from a ‘pastel grass-muncher’. Hopefully I was about to find out what happened to the utopia I once knew and loved.

The pony looked at me and his pupils contracted in fear. I suppose he hadn’t gotten a good look at me last night. He struggled against his bonds before bearing his yellowed teeth in a rather adorable attempt to intimidate me. Despite the circumstances, ponies still looked cute.

“What’s your name?” I asked, starting the interrogation with what I hoped was an innocuous question.

I half expected him to be surprised that I could speak ‘Equestrian’, but if he was, he wasn’t showing it. I suppose most creatures in Equestria could speak it, so it wasn’t that much of a stretch.

“I’ll kill you!” he yelled, starting to struggle again.

Ok, this was going to be harder than I thought.