18 - Multiplayer

Game struck a powerful uppercut on the Game Colt, but still it would not leave the hands of his son. "Nice try," Shroom smirked evilly, slamming the rock-hard console on his father's head.

"These games are making me sick," Game sighed. "Guess I'm gonna have to. He won't forgive me, but...I've got to..." He directed a tough hook to Shroom Hop's cheek. It wasn't very effective.

"Father!" the real Shroom Hop's voice cried. "I understand! It might not work, but hurt me..." His feeble voice faded away, replaced by the jeering tones of the Master.

"I'd like to see you try, little colt."

"Don't downgrade me like that!" Game wrestled for the Game Colt, hoping that snatching it away from its host would defeat this boss. "You'll pay!"

"Multiplayer," spoke Shroom's tiny, dying voice, soon replaced again by the Master's. The colt could manage a tiny wink before he fell under the poison waves of the Master.

"Vinyl!" cried Game, hoping that the DJ would join him in battle. "Join me!" The unicorn gave an unsure look to Time Turner beside him, who gave an affirmative nod.

"Sure thing! DJ Pon-3 is in the house!" Vinyl leapt into battle.

"If that's what you can call it, anyway. This means so much! Thanks, Vinyl!" Vinyl pulled out four records, flinging two to his partner. "And yes, you've got permission to batter my son..." Vinyl leapt at the console in the colt's hooves, scratching the rear with his records. Game tried to splice the Game Colt down the middle, but his efforts were cut short as the discs were knocked aside. "Um...any ideas?"

Vinyl shrugged. "The colt's tough. I've got nothing..."

"Wait...magic!"

"We all know how well that worked out the last time we tried it," the mare spoke with a shrug.

"I mean, throw some stuff at him!"

DJ Pon-3 nodded, her approval increasing a little. "...Good thinkin'. Let's roll!" Vinyl dashed over to the increasing Tetris stack, towering over twice as high as the Town Hall. With all her might, she lifted a block from the tower. "Damn...this is tough..." Fighting through the pain, she charged valiantly towards the fight scene, shoving the long Tetromino into Shroom Hop. The force was enough to shove him out of the treehouse, still with his rear hooves crossed, clinging tightly to the Game Colt. The two ponies could see that they'd made a step further, as Shroom Hop looked a little dazed, and with a look to the right they saw that the fall of the Tetris blocks had slowed. But the fight would continue long into the night, no doubt. The Master was not to be underestimated.

Game took his opportunity to attack from above. He leapt from the wooden platform with a hoof outstretched, ready to crush or at the very least damage the console. His wings were tightly hugging his body – he usually kept them outstretched unless he needed to be streamlined. After a brief moment with the furious wind in his messy mane, contact was made. "Kshrg!" Falling to the ground, he could see that the plastic rear had a crack in the shape of a strike of lightning. Success, at last! The end was in sight...