tanks...

huge slow monsters of the battlefield, smashing enemies with a single shot.

there is a reason i love tanks. 


i am not a strong stallion, i can't over power my foes by hoof. so i hide behind steel. this way, i am strong, i can easily beat my enemies with such steel. ponies often wonder if there is anyone behind all that metal and armor...i ask myself that myself. so mock and call me a coward for hiding...as i blast them into bits. it's funny really... i love walking up to gloating gods and knock them from the sky dazed. then smashing their world around them, i grin as they sit among the ruins realizing their kingdom their whole world was a dream now shattered around them. it's cruel, yes, but i can't help but feel enjoyment as they fall. the tank, a symbol of power and unyielding might.

ah, i love tanks.