Twilight Sparkle Against Smackdown Versus Raw 2008

Twilight awoke to find herself, dazed, in a majestic field of gorgeous colors and aromas, where all of her senses were delighted with the pleasantries of the day and these gifts of the world. She felt envigorated at this presence of life and absolute harmony, and was immediately up on all fours without a fret for how she suddenly appeared on this landscape nor where anyplace else was. Twilight spread her wings free, lifted her head to the heavens, and opened every sense she had to take in her surroundings. Her ears perked as the ‘whoosh’ of winds swept among the stems, grass, and petals, blowing what was loose into the air and carried with all this was the music of nature. Her eyes admired the azure sky which stayed stable and expanded across until it met the mountains in the distance with their foggy tops. And below the mountains before her was the ground upon which she stood, decorated with flowers and grass of colors both unusual and settling. Her hooves numbed the sensation of the grass and yet she could still feel it as though it were bare against her skin, tingling along as each blade slid under her equine feet. She was at peace.

And then her alarm started going off. Of course, her alarm wasn’t blaring nor swatting a couple of brass bells as normal alarms went. Her alarm was far more annoying.

“Twilight, wake up. I’m hungry. It’s the afternoon. Your friends are outside. There are books that you haven’t read yet. Owlicious is getting antsy. Shouldn’t you being doing some princess things?” The baby dragon beside her persisted in his speech, irritating the purple alicorn to an end that was only reached when she lifted her head from her pillow and sat up in her bed.

“Spike, it’s the weekend. Why are you waking me up?”

“Well you looked like you weren’t going to wake up so I got worried.”

“Spike?”

“Yeah Twilight?”

“Go make breakfast.”

“It’s lunchtime.”

“Go make breakfast.”

“But-”

“Breakfast.”

And without further interruption nor inquisition, the wee dragon descended into the dining room to prepare a meal. Twilight wiped the sleep sand from her eyes and looked out a nearby window, anticipating a day fraught with reluctant adventure. Hopefully this will be the one that doesn’t result in great destruction wreaked across the town of Ponyville. It’s pretty safe to assume everypony’s still unsettled from the Pinky clone debacle. Ready as she could be for this day, she got up with creaky joints offset by her youthful figure and joined Spike in the dining room.

She saw that Spike was fast at work preparing a simple meal, one for her that was of a simple bowl of breakfast oats while he nibbled on some chunk of mineral of some sort. At least she could start the day off with a decent enough meal, was one of the thoughts clouding her mind. She was dead wrong.

There came a knock at the door. It wasn’t a knock that was particularly infuriating, yet it was quite enough to compel her to set aside her spoon and lower her head in defeat.

“Spike, tell them I’m not home.”

Her dragon assistant arose from his seat and hurried himself to the door. She, however, remained at the table because she wanted to at least finish her oats before she went out for the day to probably save Canterlot or stop some rampaging beast of long derided lore.

“Twilight, it’s Princess Luna.”

Twilight was at the door in a second. Now, if any event required the abnormal presence of Princess Luna, it was definitely good for a laugh.

“Princess Luna, what a nice surprise. Please, come in!”

Both Twilight and her assistant stood aside and allowed the towering princess to duck her head and step inside the extensive library foyer that fit remarkably well inside the husk of a tree that was Twilight’s home. From what Twilight could see, Luna had came quite prepared with a couple of satchel bags that she carried on her back, and the lack of a carriage outside meant that this probably was something of a more secretive nature. The best kind of nature to have.

“I apologize for the sudden intrusion Princess Sparkle, but I have something that I believe would be of great interest to you.”

“Really?” Twilight shut the door and Spike gave the two princesses their privacy by returning to the kitchen. “That’s great! What is it?”

Luna set the bags down and lifted the flaps so they folded backwards and exposed the contents of the bags. Inside were a number of rectangular box-like black contraptions. Though these objects were the bulk of the bags, Luna took her search with a greater intensity to rifle past them in order to retrieve a smaller item which resembled a thin jewelry box. Although when she opened this box she showed Twilight a disk roughly the size of her hoof that had some blue logo on one side and was reflective with tints of purple and green on the other.

“I brought over a copy of Smackdown Versus Raw Two-Thousand and Eight.”

Luna supplied Twilight with the case though Twilight was immediately intimidated by everything that came out of the blue alicorn’s mouth. “Luna, not a single thing in that sentence made sense. Could you run that by me again?”

This line of questioning appeared to be quite pointless, as Luna was already setting up some sort of device against a section of a library composed of an evidently flat screen and one of the boxes from the bags set up next to it.

“Well, it’s a rather uneventful time in Canterlot.” Luna said as she connected wires from one end of a device to another.

“Wait, what about that duck migration problem? Shouldn’t you be overseeing the hospitals or something to address all the maulings?”

“Anyways, since nothing of great importance was happening, I thought I would occupy my empty time with some recreation. And it came to my knowledge that there were these things called video games that sound as though they would be quite a treat. And I believe since you are similarly not as busy, I was hoping you would join me.”

Twilight was hesitant, because looking at these boxes set up on the ground in her library next to her extremely flammable books on how to put out fires she knew something might explode. But it’s Luna who was constructing this setup so it’ll probably just burst in a puff of smoke, and then it’d be Spike’s job to clean up. So Twilight simply nodded.

“Sure, as long as this doesn’t turn out like the peanut butter incident.”

Anyways, Luna appeared to finish with her work and sat before the the device and retrieved two oddly shaped devices resembling boomerangs and held one before Twilight who sat beside her. Reluctantly Twilight held it before her, but resisted the urge to press any of the many buttons on it.

“Wonderful! You’ll need this to control your character.”

“Character? Luna, exactly what is this thing you brought to my house?”

“Oh, one’s called a television. It projects images onto the screen. The other is called a Playstation 3, and I have no idea what it really does but apparently it’s used to play games.”

“So we’re just playing a game? That’s it?”

“Of course, Twilight!”

This comforted Twilight a bit, after all, what harm could a bit of simple playing do? Well, barring that one time she was playing with her Mister Smartypants and very tragic things happened. Anyways, without further details she is no longer allowed in the cafeteria at magic kindergarten anymore.

Without waiting on Twilight to appreciate the calmness of the situation, she operated some mechanism and slid the disk from the case she had earlier into the Playstation and apparently it ate the disk. The screen came on, and evidentially the game was about to begin.