15 - The War On The Game Colt Begins!

"Twilight, head home and use your magic to make a beacon. I'll go and spread the word," Game held out the Power Sock, casting a cheat on himself, "as fast as I can!"

The Golden Oak Library soon became the source of a blinding tower of light, a signal to all unicorns not just in Ponyville, but across most of Equestria. Ponies near and far ran to the distress signal. An 100-strong band of unicorns stood firm outside the Library, waiting to push their limits. Twilight stepped out onto the balcony. "OK, everypony. We've got some trouble over on Sweet Apple Acres. Princess Luna says we'll need all of your magic. Every inch. Let's make this count," she announced firmly. The purple unicorn appeared at the door of the Golden Oak in a burst of magic. "Follow my lead!"

The two sisters huddled close, still in shock. A heavy gust of wind ran through the treehouse – the power of the cursed Game Colt was affecting the air. "Hang...on..." Applejack cried through the wind, clinging to the floorboards as tight as her hooves would allow. Splinters didn't matter. Shroom Hop's eye's glowed a brilliant white, staring deeply into the green screen of the Game Colt. Apple Bloom swam through the air to her brainwashed lover, grabbing his hooves.

"Shroom! Shroom! You've gotta stop this! Wake up!"

"What?" Shroom returned in a low, monotone mumble. This rose to a furious, raging shout. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER ALL THIS AWESOME!" The mumble returned, spamming a seemingly random string of 0s and 1s. Apple Bloom receded into the corner, crying heavy tears of frustration, loss and love.

"Listen!" she cried...

Game zipped around Ponyville, knocking on every single door. Any help would...help. First stop – the nightclub. The turquoise pony bombed through the door. The crowd turned to look at the new arrival, and gasped in dismay. Vinyl Scratch lifted the needle and her ever-present glasses. "'Sup, pal?"

"Vinyl, we're gonna need you! And every other unicorn in the club! All the power we can get! Ponyville's in danger!"

DJ Pon-3 looked at him quizzically. "Oh-kay..." He raised a hoof. "I'm in! Anyone else wanna join me, or has my badflank bass left ya fried as a Scootaloo?" A flood of unicorns rushed to the door, followed closely by Vinyl.

"All troops, move out!" Game barked to the team. They braved the rain that night, racing to the Library. But this wasn't just rain. It wasn't chocolate, either. This made chocolate rain look like a child's game.

Massive tetrominoes rocketed down from the sky.