After the extremely long session of Miss Rarity’s wardrobe collection was complete, I stumbled out of her creation room feeling more than weary. I put my hand, or hoof to my face and lifted my glasses, lightly brushing the tired out of my eyes. The whole ordeal was mentally mind numbingly boring, as I’m not one for ‘dressing for success’. All I need is a good old fashioned t-shirt and a pair of either jeans or the occasional sweatpants from time to time. She crept out of the room and I found it the best opportunity to lay down on the couch she had within her living room. It was a fancy looking couch at that, being bright red with golden stitching around the creases.
I laid down and I began to feel more than exhausted from sightseeing. As I lay upon the comfortable couch, my eyes grew heavy and I faded into the comforts of sleep. Slowly drifting between the realms of sleep and being awake, I could hear a small voice calling out to me. Without bothering to answer the quiet, miniscule whisperings, I feel into a deep sleep. Unaware as to what was about to happen.
“Welcome one and all! To the first ever Dr-aming competition!” cried a voice, followed by an uproar of cheering,“Today, we’re going to be having a competition of gaming, from the far ranges of action and adventure, to the sinister holds of gore and horror! Let’s meet our contestants!” I looked around, but could see nothing but a thick haze of smoke and small glowing orbs. “First of all is Snowflake!” Suddenly, a bright gleaming light shown down from above, revealing a silhouette of a extremely buff stallion.
He stood upon his hind legs and flexed his forelegs as he yelled out,“Yeah!”
The unseen voice continued,“Next up is the small colt, Button Mash!” Another beam of light came out of nowhere and shown the figure of said colt. He simply crossed his legs and nodded. “And last but not least, the new stallion in town, Markipony!” Much like the others, one last light shone upon me, leaving me more than confused as to what was happening. I stood in silence, flustered with questions. All I wanted to do was get some sleep, but I wound up in the middle of a competition I didn’t even remember entering. I looked side to side, searching for a way out but to no avail.
I looked to the sky above, masked in thick, rich fog and cried out,“What the hell is going on here?!”
Almost immediately, the voice spoke to me. “Well, contestant! Welcome to the dream world, in some occasions, we like to host competitions to occupy your mind, and have a bit of fun ourselves. Today’s competition is video games, and word around town is that you are one fine gamer yourself! Should you win against the other two contestants, you shall be placed against in a final round against Equestria’s top lead gamer, Princess Luna herself! Rounds shall be completed as a contestant finishes a boss fight before the other! But hold on a second, that’s only for the action and adventure games, as for gore and horror, you’ll have to complete an entire level, survive its horrors and solve its puzzles. Any more questions?” the voice asked.
“Umm. Is it computer gaming? Console?” I asked.
The voice chuckled for a moment, “Actually, no. There’s a reason we do these whilst you sleep, so that we can literally put you into the game. Don’t worry about dying in the game, you’ll respawn much like any other game, but you’ll be disqualified from the competition. So, now that the explanation is out of the way, let’s get started! First off, Snowflake against the youngster, Button Mash. The game and boss will be ‘The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask’ and they will be fighting and competing against Majora’s Wrath, his final form. Let’s begin! Can brute strength defeat the boss? Or will it be a game of strategy? Let’s find out!”
A flash of light blinded my vision for a moment and I found myself surrounded by hundreds of ponies, set within stands as we watched the two fight simultaneously against the boss. He cackled and laughed as he drew out his mighty whips. Snowflake, armed with all the items you would have gotten within the game, pulled out the great fairy's sword and began charging towards the beast. Leaping into the air, he swung the blade but failed to hit as Majora leaped out of the way and bashed him with the bottom of his foot, planting it right on his back. He flew halfway across the room and landed perfectly on his feet as Snowflake smashed into the ground. A loud, maniacal laugh echoing through the room.
Quickly, without thought, the muscular stallion stood to his hooves and pulled out some bombs, tossing them with all his might at the creature, managing to strike him. Excited, he called out,“Take that you stupid..” but he was quickly silenced as Majora threw his whip around and wrapped it firmly around Snowflake’s torso. With little effort, Majora pulled him in and swung him around much like a rag doll, tossing him to the side. With one final swing, the beast tossed the stallion across the room, sending him colliding into the wall. Looking more than sickly, Snowflake seemed to struggle as he stood. Gasping and wheezing, exhausted from the attack. Majora then began flailing his whips around wildly until an army of spinning tops edged with blades were sent careening throughout the room. Being too large to evade the attacks, a spinning top managed to strike Snowflake in the back of the head, causing him to fall to the ground unconscious. A loud bell went off and the round was over for Snowflake.
I looked to Button Mash’s arena and found that even with his miniscule size, he was winning against the boss. Just as Majora swung his whips around wildly, he withdrew his bow and pulled the arrow back with all his might. A bright shimmering light shone off the arrow and as he let go of the string, the arrow flew across the room and struck the creature in his chest. Dazed, Majora swung back and forth, dizzy from the light arrow. With a smirk, Button dug into his pack and pulled out the Fierce Deity’s mask, tripling his own size and strength. Channeling his mana, he swing his blade and shot a magical burst of energy towards the beast. It struck against Majora’s torso and he cried out in pain. Button Leapt into the air and brought his sword down, striking Majora down. The beast lie dead, shattering into hundreds of ashes.
With the round over, another flash of light came and I found myself next to the others. I looked to Snowflake and he seemed to be fine, and as for Button Mash, I hadn’t seen a smile larger on any ponies face than his. The voice called out from the skies,“Button Mash wins the round! With Snowflake being knocked unconscious in his arena, he is disqualified. Thanks for playing!” I looked to the muscular stallion once again and watched as he faded into nothing. At first I was scared until the voice spoke once more, “He put in a lot of effort, but now he can watch the excitement from the stands as Markipony and Button Mash go head to head in a one on one match in Gears of War 2. Whoever kills the other first, wins. Let’s Begin!”
A flash of light blinded me and I found myself in Cog gear armor, holding a lanser in my hands and a shotgun on my back. I looked around the large stone room, lined in pillars, barricades and covered in dead locusts and Cogs. I looked to the opposite side of the map and could only see a distant, tiny figure. I tried to focus my vision, but as I did, a bullet whistled past my head. I dove behind a pillar. “Holy Balls! Nope! Nope! Holy crap, I almost died! I don’t want any!”