Twilight Sparkle Against Smackdown Versus Raw 2008

So, this is totally not over. Twilight couldn’t fall asleep, her jimmies had been thoroughly rustled by that wrestling game and every time she closed her eyes she got flashbacks to her humiliating defeat. It didn’t help that apparently due to the summer drought, a large rainstorm was due and already in progress and the terrible sound of tree limbs snapping off and thunder booming was not the least bit relaxing.

With a bit more practice, she could’ve probably won. Plus, who knows what would’ve happened then? And there was also all those different things on the title screen, create modes, game modes, options, it was all so very intriguing! Now, the last time Twilight poked her nose in somepony else’s business, she could never look the same way at an apple ever again. But what’s the harm in playing a little bit more of the game, just for a little bit?

So Twilight descended from her bedroom and approached the contraption and studied it by the vague moonlight and brief flashes of brilliance from the lightning pouring through her windows. Several buttons were eminent on it, so she decided to press the one on the right most end and a light on the machine turned from red to green and it sprung to life with a dim yet continuous purr. The screen flickered a bit and she was met yet again with the screens of text which she promptly skipped thanks to the help of one controller that happened to have a magical x-button which made them all go away and expedient her passage.

The booming from the storm outside shouted over the pitter patter of rain splashing against her house, but she was oblivious to this as her gaze was transfixed on the screen and her goal set firmly in the sands of time. And so she was back to finally see the options she had available, and thought it best to explore should this game have some sort of easy setting or tutorial of sorts to help her understand the enigma that is wrestling. So she went to the game modes selection and was presented a number of alternatives, one of which being the most glaring titled “24/7 Mode” which promised to let her “live the life of a WWE Superstar and rise through the ranks to become the number 1 contender of the ring!” And so this option was taken.

It seems the clouds wanted a part of this action as well, because one such being of cumulous nature sent forth a bolt of electricity to strike the ground in front of Twilight’s house, charring it brilliantly to a radiating black. Channels and tendrils of magnetic resonance from this assault on the soil splintered to life and spread out before swiftly dying out, but they phased through much and had gone through both Twilight who was unharmed and even barely fazed, at least noticeably, by this and then through the television and game.

The console turned off and the television followed suit, much to Twilight’s sudden chagrin. Perhaps this was a sign to simply pass the time by reading a book in lieu of engaging on a possibly destructive path with video games. Twilight resigned to this and got up to head to the kitchen, for what is a good night of staying up and reading a book without snacks?

The moment she stepped in the kitchen she fell through a portal that had appeared just moments before she made her decision. Kids, this is why you have to re-tile every six to seven years.