The Art of Organised Cheating Part 1

Spike smiles and runs back to the kitchen. You follow behind him slowly, trying to think of something to cook that will appease him.

By the time you make it to the kitchen, your mind is made.

“How would you like some Twi-cakes?”

“Twi what now?” Spike asks, scratching his forehead.

“They’re flat little disks made of cake batter that you can pour syrup on to enhance the flavor.”

“So, pancakes?” Spike asks, skeptically.

“Yes! Only I add my own special ingredient!”

“Alright Twilight, if you say so.”

You set the stove to high while you search for cake batter. After 3 minutes of searching, you get a little nervous. Eventually, you find a bag of powder labeled ‘batter: add water.’ You breathe a sigh of relief and then you notice something.

Something’s burning.

“Twilight! Come quick!” You hear Spike yell from the kitchen. You rush in and see that your stove caught fire. Instinctively, you levitate a bag of baking soda and pour its contents over the fire, putting it out almost instantly.

You sigh, once again, and cause a puff of baking soda to fly by Spike’s nose.

“Ahhh…” Spike is about to sneeze.

There really isn’t anything you can do. You jump behind a bookcase and take cover.

Spike seems to be suppressing his sneeze, but his attempts were in vain. With a loud ‘ACHOO’ Spike managed to ignite the gas stove. The fire doubles in size. You try to put it out with water, levitating bucket loads of it onto the fire, but the attempts are futile. Spike runs off (apologizing) to get help from the fire department. It will take them about 5 minutes to reach your house.

During that time, you use your magic to barricade the fire, preventing its growth. You need to back up to get a good look at the whole blaze. Unfortunately, you trip on a book.

You fall over, and bust your head on the edge of the counter. You black out.

By the time you wake up, most of the library is on fire. You’re pinned down by debris from the roof. You can hear your name being called, but it’s impossible to track to origin of the voices.

Your skin feels awfully hot, and you catch a large whiff of burning hair.

You look down and notice that your tail is on fire. ‘That can’t be good.’ You think to yourself. You try to cast a rain spell, which is something you could have done from the get-go, now that you think about it.

Right before you could cast it, a flaming piece of debris falls on your head.

You writhe and burn in searing hot agony under the heavy wooden wreckage. You start to asphyxiate from the lack of oxygen, and your skin begins to burn, boil and fry.

Eventually, and inevitably, you die.

You’ll never make Twi-cakes again.

DEATH BY BACONIZATION

Lemme give it another shot!