in the air, on the sea, on the battlefield 3.

rainbow immediately screamed in agonizing pain as her friends tried to help her. as applejack pulled her up, glaring menacingly at the medic, rainbow asked angrily, "what did you do that for?" by then, the medic was panicking, "OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY WE THOUGHT YOU WERE A GLITCH OR HACK OF SOME SORT BUT NOW THAT YOUR ACTUALLY IN THE GAME FOR REAL AND ALIVE, I'M SO SO-"  the sniper had cupped him rather hard on the back of his face, frowning.  "dude, chill the fuck out! just throw out a medkit and she'll be fine! wait, did she just talk?"

the other players were so caught up in the medics little "accident" that they weren't paying attention when dashie spoke. "well, yeah! of course we can talk! i would have stomped ya into the ground if you were not so panicky!" applejack shouted. "look, im sorry. i did not know. i just thought i was hallucinating." medic apologized, rather calmer. "i dont mean to intervene, but, where the hay are we?" applejack asked. "oh, well this is a video game called battlefield 3, and we are on the server "your banned". the sniper could tell the ponies were confused like heck. medic chimed in.  "lets just explain a little more....er um, geologically. right now, we are fighting a group of 12 humans, our species, who are in turn, fighting us. we are in a country called iran, fighting a country known as russia, at this area known as-" "CASPIAN BORDEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!!" the noob screamed at the top of his lungs and beyond. "SHUT UP ALREADY!!!" the sniper said. "yeah. ahem. what he said." medic said. "i'm wiseguy54, but i'm known as medic.  the guy that just screamed is neebs. but we just call him the noob. he is a complete dumbass most of the time, but we still love him. the cloaked guy is hawkeye34, or just sniper. watching over you from a mile away.  this is my good buddy dallydingas. or just  engineer. he may enjoy overpowered weapons, but we still respect him. this guy, OH THIS GUY! is rageindacage123. we just call him the angry one.  the guy with the golden eagle is shitbucket12. but he is better known as the colonel.""thanks. im twilight sparkle. this is pinkie pie, rainbow dash, applejack, rarity, and fluttershy." "you wouldn't know how to get us home do you?"   medic thought for a moment. "well, i figured your not from the game, but it obviously involved magic, with you being a unicorn. but, i guess when the game ends, you might be sent home automatically." "what err, "game" is this?" "well, this is battlefield 3. the game mode we are playing is conquest. 3-5 flags that both teams need to capture. to try and drain the other sides tickets to zero. cap more flags, or (gulp) kill a member of the other team to drain tickets. once one side reaches 0, they lose." "sounds like fun! except with the killing and stuff." rainbow said. "wait, so, in order to get home, we just need to umm, s-survive until the end of the game?" "yes." medic said. "until one side runs out of tickets?" twilight asked. "yes." medic said. "so, how many tickets are there?" twilight asked. "hold on let me check. no! no no no! damn it!" rarity became anxious. "what?WHAT?" the sniper was just as curious. "what?" the 6 soldiers looked at the ticket meter and let out gasps, groans, cries, and curses. the medic hesitated. "(sigh.) 1,000 tickets." gasps erupted from the mane 6.