Terror-Craft

by AvexedAuthor

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Human, Comedy
Length: 1018

an mlp spin on a story of mine. The Mythical world of ArKana

A 17 yr old male decides he wants to escape life. Luckily, his pen-pal Otakul0rd sends him a package that contains a game he made to pass the time.
Twilight Sparkle is informed that the planet of Arkana is in danger from a foreign threat that none is prepared for.
A God decides to retire.
Note: This is an original story that is mostly influenced by both Terraria and Minecraft and will have similar mechanics at times. I do not own Mlp: Fim

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-13 07:56:44 UTC

1-The Tutorial

Terror-Craft

Life. Life is simple, well for me at least. I wake up, go to school, come home and repeat. I mean, I can't really call this a home. More like borrowed space without rent. All my life I have known this single complex as a temporary lodge of sorts.  The outside of the building perfectly shaped to match all the other boring, standard constructs. The inside holding three rooms on the bottom(Recreation room, Kitchen, Main Office), three on the top. Each of the top rooms holds four beds each with a desk for personal use. While the other children have fancy Alien-ware Desktops and video-game systems, I settle for my basic laptop that I upgrade when needed. All in all my life for seventeen years now have been the same. I guess I could consider the people here family, but only in name. But there is one person that I can consider a friend. Around my ninth birthday party I had gotten my very first Dell Inspiron laptop. After quickly getting hook on 4chan boards I found a pen-pal that goes by OtakuL0rd. Ever since then he(only by assumption) has entertained me by stories of false escapades and recounts of days of the past. He also was my mentor in all my needs from third grade math to my current issues of social awkwardness.

“William, Yah got ah package!” yells Darbie. She is a ten year old Texan gal that demanded me to be her “brother” when she arrived at the O.H.C.(Orphanage Housing Center) when she was seven.  She also happens to be the only person other than Otakul0rd that I can acknowledge on an emotional level.

“Who is it from?” I ask skeptically. The only packages I receive are those Gift for the Orphan presents and that is only during Christmas.

“Doesn't say, but there is a note” she replied. “It reads 'All Your Swag, Are... Belong To... Us?” she quoted in confusion, more as a question of the poor grammar skills that even she can notice at her age. Thankfully I can identify Otakul0rd's sense of humor from the standard meme.

After I confirmed that it was from a friend Darbie brought it to my bed. After she left the room I got a Skype message from the Otakul0rd.

{Otakul0rd connected to William Scribe}

Otakul0rd: Wow, You're still using your full name huh?

Me: Hey, don’t change what works right?

Otakul0rd: Meh. So did you get “the Package”?

Me: Yeah.

Otakul0rd: Open it.

I open the book-size package to reveal a CD in a case that was most likely bought at DollarBush.

Me: what is it?

Otakul0rd: I remember you saying you were bored of your games so I sent one I made

Me: Really? You made this?

Otakul0rd: Yeah. Imagine the product of all your favorite Rpg's having an orgy to Tenacious D tracks.

Me:...Only by knowing you would I ever know that was a compliment. Also, humble much?

Otakul0rd: The humblest. Matter of Fact I'm gonna change my user to HumbleDore.

Silently laughing at his antics I glance at the game case that now lays on my bed. After reassuring myself that he wouldn't troll me with some stupid malware of dancing Memes, I retrieve the game from the case and place it in my Cd drive. The program auto-installs as I get another message.

HumbleDore: Is it installed yet?

Me: Oh God you were serious.

HumbleDore: Was there ever any doubt?

Me: (Sigh), well yeah its installing as we chat?

HumbleDore: Great well I'm gonnaa meet you on the other side, Have a nice trip! (;>)

Me: ...wut?

I had not time to react as my laptop screen explodes and sleep overtakes me. All I can hear Is a distant yet sinister statement emit from the soon to be broken speaker.

“Welcome To Rpg Simulator, World Name: Terran-Mythic”

Hoofsteps. After sitting at a round table for thirty-ish minutes in the Council Room of Foreign Affairs in Canterlot castle Princess Twilight Sparkle and the representatives of the Gryphon, Drakeon, and Minotaur races were alerted by, her mentor and representative for ponykind, Princess Celestia's hoofsteps. After nuzzling Twilight she sits in her chair next to Princess Luna's designated place. Due to an uncompleted assignment related to the current issue Luna personally asked Twilight to take her place. She wasted no time accepting the position and quickly made her way to the castle.  She is brought back from her memory as she notices Celestia greet the room.

“Good afternoon one and all, sadly we have not gathered for recreational means. Though to address the elephant in the room. Sitting in Luna's stead is the Princess of Friendship,  Twilight Sparkle.” Celestia says. After the representatives give a curt yet respectable nod, she continues. “But let us converse on the reason Luna is not her with us. As most of you are aware strange creatures have been appearing around our world of Mythic, even stranger at each of our respected lands there have been tremors that are later revealed to be new biomes filled to the brim with even worse monsters. So with careful planning Princess Luna should be visiting each area and working with your magi to construct zone shields around each land. Any suggestions from you all are welcome.”  No one had anything further to state so the meeting was adjourned and the representatives released. After organizing her thoughts Twilight excused herself from the  table and cantered to Celestia who was sitting near an open window, looking down on the ponies of Canterlot. But right before she can reach Celestia a sudden explosion of air and heat launched Twilight back a few feet backwards into a palace guard. After getting up uninjured and assuring the guard she was fine her gaze fell to where the explosion took place. Standing there was some type of clothed, bipedal creature with a dazed expression. After glancing at Celestia and receiving an equally questioning yet careful glance Twilight gave the most rational, professional response that any surprised individual would give.

“Who the Buck are you?!”

Nopony said it was the right response.