Who needs ponies?

(Chapter One - Game Over, Man!)

Click! Boom! Bang-bang-bang! Ratatatatatatatatata!

"Yeah, son! That's what you get! That's what you get!", I yelled down my microphone as I landed yet another headshot on another unsuspecting player. Never before have I had such an awesome killing spree like this while playing my favorite action-shooter game, but I guess since it's my birthday today it's just one of those 'lucky day' superstitions come true.

I shift my attention away from the screen momentarily as I camp my avatar in a safe spot, so I can reach down to the side of my chair and grab my soda can. To my annoyance, it's empty when I pick it up. I sighed. "Hey guys, give me some covering fire, alright? I'm grabbing another can," I ask into the mic. The sound of my teammates chanting 'Oo-rah!' together from the television screen means I can go and get my drink, safe in the knowledge that the enemy team won't be scoring an extra point so easily in my absence.

Or so that was what I assumed, until I back back to the game with my cold soda, to find my avatar lying on the ground dead, an opponent teabagging his corpse.

"What the hell, guys? I thought you all had me covered!" I yelled into my microphone, quickly grabbing my controller before I respawned.

"Meh, saw a shiny weapon. Wanted it," replied someone on my team.

Irritated about losing my killing spree, but determined to get back on track, my screen was finally clear of blood and guts, and I resumed playing the game. I spotted an enemy literally seconds from coming back in, and I immediately hit the crouch button on my pad. The poor guy had no idea I was there, so sneaking up on him was easy.

But just before I was going to assassinate him, the television flickered, and instead of seeing my enemy's dead body bleeding out on the floor, I instead found myself looking at a colorful screen showing techni-color ponies and rainbows.

"GOD DAMN IT!", as I shot a hand underneath my butt, fishing out the remote. "Guys, I'll be with you in a minute!", I said into my mic. Since the channel had been changed, I didn't hear a response from my friends, assuming they even gave me one. I pointed the remote at the screen as I narrowed my eyes at the picture it displayed.

"Stupid show. I don't even like My Little Pony," I muttered as I tapped a few buttons. Nothing happened, and I began to get angry. Here I was fiddling with a remote, while some noob was probably having his way with my avatar back in the game. In a fit of gaming rage, I knocked out the batteries to see if they were dead or something, because the channel still had not changed.

"Come on! Change the stupid channel already! I don't want to watch some stupid cartoon about stupid ponies!"

For whatever reason possibly logical, I think my television heard me, because at that comment of mine the whole thing suddenly began to shake violently, and I found myself watching the hovering and twitching right before my eyes. As anyone would have done in a situation like that, I freaked out and grabbed the nearest object to me in case the television was going to attack me or something. I found myself grabbing a crossbow toy that I bought as a collector's item from a convention once.

Despite knowing it was just a toy and not a real weapon, I pointed the thing at the possessed television, as it started to glow a strange multitude of colors. The next moment, and the last thing I remember, the damn thing flew right at me, and slammed right into my chest, and I blacked out