Prologue - Roll the Initiative
Once upon a time, ponies played a game…
"What?!? No!"
…or maybe not.
Scootaloo's shout drew the attention of the whole classroom to them.
[Scootaloo
Pretty damn Awesome]
"Very interesting, Scootaloo." Miss Cheerilee said dryly. "Would you care to elaborate why exactly the princesses DIDN'T use the Elements of Harmony on Discord?"
[Cheerilee
Sweet and Kind (yet teacher)]
Scootaloo blushed, stuttering "I- uhm… I… well… I mean, no, they did…" She shot Button a sour look, who only shrugged in response.
Sighing loudly, the teacher turned back to the blackboard.
"That's your own fault!" Apple Bloom scolded her from her left, smacking her with a hoof.
Turning to Button, she added "She's right though. Why should we play some strange video game of yours? We've got some crusadin' ta do."
[Apple Bloom
The Leader]
"Okay, first of all, it's NOT a video game!" Button explained. "Secondly, even if it was, Sweetie seemed to have had fun that one time. And thirdly, it could earn you your cutie marks as well in more than one ways. It's all about creativity."
[Button Mash
Gamer, Scholar, Gentlecolt]
"Uhm Girls?" The white unicorn filly to Button's right piped up "I wouldn't mind giving it a chance. As he said, I really enjoyed that one time we played together."
[Sweetie Belle
Angel]
Scootaloo smirked. "Don't lie to us. You two are probably 'playing together' quite often… what do you think, AB?" she asked, turning to the yellow earth pony.
Apple Bloom didn't even bother to answer her friend, but instead gave her another smack.
Turning to Button, she grinned and said "Okay. Let's play."
So FINALLY, they played a game…
_-_-_-_-_
"Welcome, dear ladies, to the most coolestest game in the world, Bunkers and Badasses! I will be your Bunkermaster, that means I will tell a story in which you will take part as fictional characters." Button shouted in glee. "It will take some time, but I'm sure you'll all be asking yourself why you didn't want to play as soon as we're finished."
"What?" Scootaloo chimed in. "I wasn't paying attention."
Apple Bloom sighed. "We're telling a fictional story together. Did I get it right?" She asked Button.
He nodded. "Pretty much."
"Wait!" Scootaloo interrupted "Why are we playing a foal's game?"
"Scoots, dear." Button said calmly. "How about you leave through that door over there and miss an awesome tale of explosions, splattering blood and guns setting ponies ablaze? Giant monsters that could kill with a single slash and killer robots that RIP apart anypony they see really are WAY under your standards. I really didn't know what I was thinking. Sorry. I won't hold you back."
The orange Pegasus slowly turned around, quickly wiping the amazement from her face.
"I guess I COULD stay… a bit…" she chuckled nervously. "Go on!"
The colt smirked. "Come on, silly filly, you know we've gotta wait for Rumble"
…
The girls looked at each other awkwardly.
Apple Bloom spoke up hesitantly. "Rumble… you know he's not coming, right? He's… not here anymore…"
"Lucky bastard gets to spend his weekend in Fillydelphia…" Scootaloo grumbled.
Button giggled. "Yeah, I totally forgot…"
"Well then…" He pulled out a few dice and threw them on the table. "ROLL THE INITIATIVE!"
