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// Act 1 Part 1 
// Story: A Boy and his Box 
// by Jake Witt 
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Hi, my name is Lego Craft and I'm hunting zombies with a Winchester! ...For some reason. You know how zombies are slow as heck? Well, that might be true for human zombies. I hopped out from behind me boulder, firing the shotgun with terrible aim, and rolled behind a broken wagon.

"How the hell do you miss ten zombies at point blank?!" a brown pony named Mahogany whined.

I switched to my swords, "I launch arrows or use pistols. Shot guns and rifles are not my forte." I ran up to a few dead ponies, setting them on fire as I scratched them. "Air for the head, kill the brain. BURN BABY, BURN!!"

The necromancer stared down at me from his tower. Instead of cheating with the Spider Man MOD, I morphed into an Ender Man. I appeared in front of him, in a stare well. What? Catch up to him and fight fair without webs in the way!

He fired dark magic blasts at him while I switched to my diamond axe. He summoned a hammer and a sword, lunging at me. Every time I blocked his sword the hammer would strike either my ribs or groin... okay, that last one was once and I fell like a weakling. Little did he know: I was ready.

I leaped from my hiding spot, my robot body shut down as my real self grabbed my axe from its hand and quickly swung at his face, bashing the handle on his head repeatedly. He teleported from behind, but I blocked his hammer with an iron shield and parried his sword with a iron spear. I morphed into a chicken, quickly running under him and returning to normal, striking his gut with an uppercut.

I grabbed him from the air, tossing the stallion at a wall. Before I could ask the guy if he wanted mercy, his brains painted the wall. Behind me, Mahogany held the Winchester I must've dropped, breathing heavily, "So... Where's the necromancer?"

"Um..." I looked at him then the dead pony then back at him, "You just killed him?"

He leaned on his gun, "Are you sure?"

I looked back at the dead pony then back at him, "Zombies have green blood, this guy has red." I pointed at the finely crafted weapons on the ground, "Also they moan and cant hold a weapon. Not even if they're unicorn."

"Can he reanimate himself?"

"I don't think necromancers work that way." Silence. Awkward Silence.

Lasted about a minute, before he broke the silence. "Wanna have lunch later?"

Silence.

I sighed, "Yeah, sure."

We slowly walked out of the tower, ignoring the zombies that slowly fell back to full death. I even punched the one that used to be some stupid griffon- I'm not speciest, I just don't like that guy.

I even paid homage to the fallen ponies, now zombified. Especially Cheese "Weird Al" Sandwich... who is actually still alive. How?! He bounced away with his chicken, seemingly shed his zombie skin. Now I wonder if he's a cannibal... or a great actor. I digress.





Next stop, I warped over to Manehattan, again.

I actually learned that a fishing rod can also work as a grappling hook, pulling me faster than my spider webs. I guess since Manehattan looks like an ocean, I fishing for sea ponies. I suck at puns SO bad.

I ripped from my thoughts, when my catch caught me- Is that a Foot Clan pony?! Well, I WAS looking for suspicious ponies in an alley way.  He took my idea, tossing me around. I swapped the rod for my bow, firing some arrows before I made it to the side walk. I took out my axe, spawning a V-Gun Mahogany gave me when the infection broke out, destroying the... robot ninja.

I nearly tossed my V-Gun, but just like the chickens in Zelda, a flood came for me. I aimed, missing everyone of them, but the rebound would get them. I am one lucky... ACTUALLY I WOULD BE if the civilians didn't gawk or casually walk past the battle! I looked back at the... Hoof Clan.

Sigh. I looked back at the Hoof Clan, their visors glowed red and- FOUR HUMAN ARMS CAME OUT OF THEIR SIDES UNDER WINGS AND A HORN POPPED OUT. This might be fun...

"I thought this wasn't going to be fun!" I exclaimed, switching to my swords as I ran in. I parried and countered sword slashes, leaped into the air and broke a heath potion over my head and bit into a gold apple. I landed, bouncing towards the group of the guys. I cut a few heads off, kicked a guy, but his friend took out my leg. I hopped around, smashed another health potion, regenerating my leg and drop kicking one of them into his group.

Their eyes flashed red as they formed a more humanoid shape, finally scaring the locals away.

Now, read the worst fanfic (besides this one!). What these guys are now robot, ninja, human, black, alicorns. I really don't want to be here. 

Imagine getting beaten up beyond belief by these things. Now imagine that your minions placed one of your PLAN B cloning tubes nearby. I kill myself, just so I can use my Adminium Arc as I'm falling.

I looked into my inventory and rearranged things as my minions emptied my dead body behind me. Using skill that I assume is from the spider man or parkour MODS I run on the side of a building like I'm in Titan Fall and tossed some gold axes at some robots. I then homed in like I'm from Kingdom Hearts, taking some more robots out as my custom Assassin's Creed cloak flapped in the wind. I landed on the ground and did a back flip for no reason, catching my diamond axe a minion tossed and holding the Arc in the other hand.

Just running through, I destroyed robots and cleared the alleyway. I pointed the Adminium Arc's blade at the remaining robots, "Are you done?" They shrugged and ran into the sewers. "I'm not going in there..."