Anon takes Trixie's 'Tater
At last, it's done. You, anon, have just finished entering in the last few lines of code. You smile at the screen, then hit enter. The code compiles, and you lean back in your Cheeto-dust-accented rolly chair, basking in the glow of your monitor. Soon you will fulfill your three-year-long dream: to travel to Equestria.
The computer finishes doing its computery thing, and with a bright flash, the screen warps into dimensions you've never even heard of, much less seen, before settling for being the bottom of a hole in the ground. Little bits of dirt roll out of your monitor, and you realize that you've done it! You've successfully connected the portal!
The place is quaint--you find yourself comparing it to the music video for "Say Say Say" for some reason.
She desperately casts a spell on, bu
Unfortunately for you, even miniature horses can outrun humans, especially ones in bad shape, like you.
