Looking down at the sword in his spleen, cutting strait through his coal-colored hide, he lost all hope in everything he once had faith in. Quickly, he adopted a face of pure rage and pain as he pumped one hoof into the air, and screamed.
"Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal! I demand a rematch!" His voice echoed around the mostly empty arena.
'You Lose', flashed across his vision, a few seconds after the words faded, a scoreboard appeared in vision. The scores were five to ten. He was five, under his name, Pixel, was that number. Next to his name, on the blue team, was his friend. His friends name was Hi-Res, but most ponies called him Rez.
"I won fair and square." His new-found enemy stated, ripping the sword from Pixel's spleen.
Shoving his face into Rez's , Pixel shouted, "There's nothing square about it! You spammed every special attack you had whenever there was an opening! And since you've gotten sword throw, that's all you've been using!"
"They have special attacks in this game for a reason don't they? You just hacked and slashed the whole time! I obviously win fair and hexagon!" Rez retorted.
Pixel's face was deadpan when he said, "I'll give you that, but the second you said 'Fair and hexagon', your argument became invalid, and everypony hooked up to the headgear at that moment had there IQ drop." Pixel could have sworn he heard someone shout 'Put some ice on that burn!', and so did Rez, as he looked around in confusion. "And I thought I said no shield spells! Oh, don't start! Conjuring a hoofheld shield with a spell totally counts! In fact! You're not getting the final words in this argument either!"
Logging off with a quick mental command, he sat up in his bed, removing the grey helm on his head. He tumbled out of his bed due to the nauseating feeling players usually got after disconnecting. Rubbing his nose after sitting on his rump, he muttered swears silently under his breath to see how Rez liked having a sword in their spleen. You couldn't feel pain in the simulation, except for a small pinch feeling when stabbed, but you could still feel. Now, these games were detailed, as in the ponies in the game indeed had organs. So, the feeling of a sword in your guts did not amuse him in the slightest, in fact, he was going to make that thought known as he turned to his brother, who was trying not to laugh.
"I am not amused!" He yelled. And indeed he was not. Not. At. All.
His brother couldn't help himself as he rolled on the ground, clutching his sides with his hooves as he ran out of laughter. He hated Red Visor, his brother, so Pixel ignored him throughout his entire episode of laughter. Using a hoof to wipe of his dark red mane out of his vision, he stood up, and left his room and proceeded down stairs. Soon he was face to door with his fridge, and opened it, fishing out a half empty carton of milk with his magic. Screwing off the cap and fetching a glass from a shelf, he poured the horrid smelling, chunky milk into the glass... while looking up at his amused brother who was also making his way downstairs. He took a gulp of his milk and...
Lurching over the toilet, he dry heaved, as there was no more substance in his stomach to come up. Instead, he would occasionally spit out slightly yellow fluid that would come up. Today was a good day, all things considered. At least he didn't-
Lurching again, he hit head on the lid of the toilet, causing it to close, hitting him in the head again, at that point, he stood corrected. He tried to levitate the lid of the toilet off his head, but this only caused his tactically compact horn ache, causing him to groan. He was not a happy pony. Why did he even try anymore, staying conscious that is, so he took a nap. Well, he tried, but he only kept trying to throw up due to the smell of his recent barf. If was like an endless loop of sickness. He crawled away from the toilet, before standing, and walked back up to his room. But that wasn't the end of it.
All of a sudden -- EPIC BOWEL MOVEMENT OF THE CENTURY -- He toppled over, and crawled down the stairs, his hind legs dragging behind me to the bathroom. Flushing the toilet from his regurgitation, he emptied his internal waste bins. Truly an eventful day. Yes. Indeed. BUT WAIT!
His brother trotted into the bathroom. Starring at his brother, Pixel slowly began to shake his head in disappointment of his brothers manners. His brother slowly backed out of the bathroom.
After finishing, he left the small house, and said to the old man with the crazy white mane. " Doc! We need to go back in time!"
The stallion stared at him like me was crazy, noting the small lumps on his head with a small nod and a chuckle as he walked away. The stallion disappeared behind an alley and whispered, "Marty! He knows!"
Collapsing on the ground, he giggled wildly. He felt the telltale feeling of being kicked in the side.
"You look like shit." Rez said, as he was needed to move the plot along and there was no other way.
Jumping up, he punched Rez across the face, whipping out his LAZERsaber, he stood up on his hind legs, pointing a hoof at his enemy, and screamed.
"Allons-y! Onwards and upwards! [Insert famous T.V phrase here]."
What Happens Now? Cliff Hanger!
