RPG A Really Pony Game

Chapter 1

“Alright then, so how exactly is this game played?” asked the young blue colt, with the yellow mane, and the lightning cutie mark.

“Well,” explained the young filly whose mane was a light pink mixed with red, white torso, and a cutie  mark with a crystal of pink atop a flower stem, “The game is like this Lightning Striker, you make a character and you pretend to be them. Then, I narrate a story in which you must successfully guide your character through. It’s called and “RPG”.”

“What does that stand for?” Lightning questioned.

“I can’t even remember. My older friends taught me this a while ago so I may not do very well,” admitted the white filly.

“I’m sure you’ll do fine Crystal Flower. Don’t worry, I’m easy!” Lightning assured.

“Well alright. I’ll try to recall back to when I overheard them playing this…” Crystal began to think very hard on somewhere to begin. At a loss, she starts unsure. “You, uh, are in the lair, oops, I mean the city with the sword you need for the lair with the tree!”

“Excuse me?” Lightning had a very confused look on his face.

“Uhg, I stink at this!” Crystal seemed to have given up.

“Shouldn’t I make my character so I know who I am?” Lightning inquired.

“Oh yeah! I totally forgot that part! Ok, so who are you?” Crystal asked.

“Lightning Striker.”

“No, I mean your character.”

“Oh, uh…” Lightning pondered a moment and then continued. “I’ll just be myself. Nice and simple!”

“Ok, well then I’ll just be myself too, as not to confuse,” Crystal declared.

“Well then, it’s settled! Now where do we begin?” Lightning asked.