My Little Pony Realization

by Slendy

Episode 0 - Ground Zero

Act I - New Game

Ahem. What is up -- and I cannot stress this enough -- My Gamers... Okay, just going to stop that for a moment. If you're reading this then by chance you found my logs and either you're investigating the situation surrounding these records or got curious, to which I say, Same. Now, if I’m going to tell you about the events that led up to now -- explain how I got to where I am with these people, and why I did what I did -- I should probably start by explaining a little bit about the VR Rig.

What is a VR Rig? Well, if the bland name didn't tip you off, it is a streamlined helmet coated in snow-white, it can automatically send fake signals to the brain directly, specifically to the five senses. The transceivers are not only capable of inducing fake sensory signals but can also block every movement command from the brain to the body, preventing the player from moving their body while in the virtual world to avoid injuries.

A person can fully immerse themselves into the digital world -- Pretty cool -- Although this technology isn't widely available at the moment, so unless you were in Japan, Certain States in the US, or the UK you had no chance of even touching one, either with fascination or indecent things in mind, I'm not judging. This also included the hyped game from the US, MLP Realization, the first fully developed VRMMORPG produced by CodeGear with Doyle Ryder as the development director. Sure, the game's set in a world of pastle-colored-talking-ponies, but you take the good with the bad, plus there's Discord, that's always a win.

Why am I telling you all this? Because... I was there, the last day of the beta, you've probably heard the stories by now, the whole world has, the events of 2020 seem like a bad dream when compared to MLPR. For me? Well, that's what I plan to share with you, my tale. You've heard of the Guilded Hero and the ones that followed him, but no one ever asked about their stories, well, let me share one with you.

Name's Artorias, nice to meet you. Here's my story...

A few days prior...

The ever-so tranquil forest among a scorched land glimmered in the sunlight, a silver, glossy coat to the leaves of the vibrant woods. Said peace was tainted by steel against stone, the relics of a bygone age disturbed by the sudden edge of a blade run through its seams.

A knight in carbon-black armor, a crackling, red aura radiating off its body stormed the old chapel, blade hungering for its target as it moved with grace, like a scarlet flash in the midday sun, boots scuffed by the stone as their gloved hand pressed to stone, the fabric lacking finger coverings.

Standing tall, the figure raised their sword into a window guard, the edge tinting gold.

The person was a teenage girl suited in crimson armor etched with fancy markings across the visible helmet, gauntlets, and legs. Her waist, torso, and biceps all covered by a long, white coat with white fur lining the edge and collar, a belt hanging limply around her waist. She clasped a silver longsword grasped in her right and a grave shield of similar make in her left hand.

The knight brought its sword to bear, and the girl shot across the ground, a gold contrail left jutting through the knight's side as its blade missed. A red diamond bobbing above its head with a curved, green bar dipping into a yellow, its name displayed for all the world to see.

The Knight released a metallic roar of some kind, then stomped back, blade down in a heavy half-iron gate stance, the true edge a gleaming white as it spun in a corkscrew fashion, the girl gasped but remained furrow in her ability to hop backward, performing a hand-stand with only her left as she landed, blade held high to her right in a green glow.

Pushing off hard, her body twisted, sweeping a horizontal line clean through the white arc, seeing the health bar take another beating from the powerful strike in tangent with the clang of swords. Landing on her feet again, she watched while Watcher stumbled forward, crumbling to its knees in exhaustion, but the last bar remained sturdy.

No delay had occurred with the drums of war. The Knight leapt into the air, pulling his buster back in its right hand as he shot down at breakneck speeds, sinking his sword into the stone like a shot-put. Turning to look at the girl, the Knight swung the massive, black sword across to the left, forcing her to retreat, then it pulled back, thrusting forward again, so she raised her buckler, countering the thrust at the cost of Stamina.

She brought her blade around in a light-blue tone as she spun under a swing, slashing a horizontal square of contrails through its back. Shockingly, the monster wasn't flinched, twisting its hold to swipe back, slicing through her helmet and into her cheek. The girl rolled away, the true edge crashing down and sending a crackling wave of orange lightning where she previously stood

It bent its elbows, lowering the blade next to his stomach, again it hummed with white this time. The girl waited, seeing the body thunder toward her, rotating the sword and suddenly moving at a frightening pace, She dodged, yet a small funnel of wind caught her in the upswing, slicing through her left and dropping her own green bar down to yellow.

The girl planted her feet firmly into the ground, raising her arm back and pressing the face flush against her left hand, the tip angled toward the monster. Breathing in, her energy was spent in condensing it all down into the tip of the blade, a sharp, scarlet glow radiating brighter with each tick in her head.

Now a rosy color she let out that same breath. Stomping sharply with the right, her hand plunged the blade toward the heart of the knight, her vision tunneled to the point the sword would strike.

The feeling of moving effortlessly through the air, the motion so swift and pinpoint that she could have mistaken it as her throwing the sword like a javelin, but it wasn't, her body narrowly skated the fissure of lightning and stone uprooted from the black knight's skill. There was a slight decoloration as her target was off, but the blade dug through metal and flesh in a heartbeat, scorching crimson through its side as glassy, red shards fell around her.

Its balance faltered, then it crumpled to the ground while its body turned a bright blue, shattering into thousands of pieces before the girl's eyes, her name on display through the refractive fragments.

Silence overtook the ruins, and the realization of victory slowly formed into a smile across her lips. "Nailed it."

Inside a gloomy room, a crack of sunlight seeping in from the blackout blinds, a girl sat back on her chair, stretching high with a soft yawn. "Nailed it." She had beaten the mini-boss before anyone else showed up to take away her glory, the sight of angry messages later filled her with glee while mindlessly tracing her eyes around her room's contents.

Gradually, her eyes rested solely on the biker-shaped helmet on her bedside table. "The Beta's last day is tomorrow, hmm, guess one last run won't be so bad." Sucks no one she knew wanted to play it, those that did lacked the funds to afford the hardware. "Shaaame," Throwing herself up onto her feet she slowly approached the device with a clam smile. "Let's get this party started, eh?"

User Avatar: A white Earth Pony with wine-red hair and rose-colored eyes. Her locks slightly long but neat, a ponytail reaching between her shoulder blades, tied with a black ribbon. A black-leather tunic with a red outline and high-collar, matched with black shorts. Bandages reaching halfway up her forehooves to a pair of leather bracers, a leather chestplate. Her sword was very simplistic, made of steel with a rough hilt, a buckler of equal simplicity strapped to her left forehoof.

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