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// Testing the Limits 
// Story: Testing the Limits/ Anon Overload 
// by NightLord 
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	“Wait, what?”
Rainbow Dash couldn't believe it. As she held the sheets of paper in her trembling hooves and began to skim the questions, she could feel her mind implode.
“Is there a problem, newbie?”
“Um, no ma'am. Just excited to finally start my entrance exam.”
There was no way she could let Spitfire down. She would have to pass the exam. Problem was, the questions printed on the form before her seemed completely foreign. Her friends had done their best to prepare her, but now it all seemed futile. In hindsight, maybe she should have spent more than a single flight studying. Not that it mattered anymore. Biting her lip, she looked over the exam once more, hoping she had simply misunderstood the questions. This was not the case. It was clear now that her friends had taught her the basics of Wonderbolts history, nothing more.

“Now that everypony is here, the exam will officially begin. You will be graded on your responses by both how accurate your answer is, but also by creativity. Here in the Wonderbolts, thinking outside the box is a necessity. Now get ready, your exam starts... now.”

And with that, Spitfire started their timer. Rainbow began to panic. Several minutes had passed, and she had only answered the most basic questions. Suddenly, her eyes widened. If she couldn't get any points for accuracy, she could at least try to pass with creativity.





Almost an hour later, Spitfire was retrieving the completed forms. As she approached Rainbow, the blue pony couldn't help but allow a smirk to spread across her face.
“What's so funny, Dash?”
“Nothing,” Rainbow replied, perhaps a bit too quickly. Spitfire narrowed her eyes for a moment, yet still continued to the next pony as if nothing happened. Maybe it would actually work, thought Rainbow Dash.





“What the actual fuck." 
Then again, maybe it wouldn't work. A day had passed since the exam, and Rainbow assumed she had excelled. But judging by Spitfire's first words when Rainbow entered her office for results, she deemed it possible that she had misjudged. Spitfire remained behind her desk as she continued, the frustration in her voice becoming more evident with every word. 
“Dash, I thought you were better than this." 

“But it was creative, wasn't it?"

“I can't even tell if you're serious.”

“What, you don't want me to use my creativity?”

At this, Spitfire planted her right hoof in her face, seeming deeply disappointed. Rainbow began to feel a bit worried, but pressed on anyway. After a deep, frustrated sigh, Spitfire finally spoke.
“Okay, let's go over your answers. Question five. 'In what political issue was Commander Easy Glider a major influence?' Do you remember your answer?"

"Nope, but I bet it was really creative."

"Dash, you didn't even answer our question. You instead posed your own question, inquiring how great Rainbow Dash is at everything. On a scale of one to ten."

"Oh yeah, guess what my answer was."

"Get out."