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Part 2: A Proper Introduction

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>That night, you go to bed earlier than usual
>It had been a long day
>Not to mention learning your way around P0nyville, and getting a rudimentary grasp of local customs
>You curl up into your pallet of blankets, slipping into unconsciousness quickly
>Dreams usually take you in weird directions
>This one just takes you back to childhood
>”Anon! Settle down, your father is about to go!” your mother scolds, dragging you back to the seats
>You're at a local air show, being a 7-year-old boy, ogling all the fancy machinery and bright colors
>”And here we go, folks, the skydivers have exited their plane and are now hurtling towards the Earth.”
>The announcer guy doesn't sound very enthusiastic about things that aren't million-dollar pieces of metal shooting past the audience, but he tries anyway
>You see small dots trailing colored smoke, and you smile
>One of those dots is your dad, doing awesome dad things
>They grow bigger, and the smoke trail becomes smudged across the sky as the parachutes open
>Your dad is in the lead; you'd recognize his blue and white canopy anywhere
>After a few minutes, they're all on the ground, and the show continues with a biplane putting everything else to shame
>The skydivers make their way off the tarmac, smiling and waving to the crowd
>Dad jogs over, still looking like he just walked through a tornado
>You rush up to him and are swept up in a gigantic hug
”Did you see us from up there, Dad? Huh?”
>”Of course, kid, I always do,” he laughs, giving you a light noogie
>Mom comes in for a hug too, and you're stuck in the middle for a few seconds before your squirming breaks it up
>The rest of the day is spent eating frozen lemonade and watching airplanes do crazy things, but your favorite part had already gone by, and he's currently beating you in rock-paper-scissors
>A loud and irregular series of thumps drags you back to the real world, and you groan in disappointment
>You weren't exactly begging to wake up
>Sighing, you lay back and remember the evening
>Twilight had been looking in every single place imaginable, trying to find at least a reference to humans
>She didn't have any luck, and now she's passed out at a desk, drooling all over a book on mythological creatures
>You get up and start putting the fallen stack back in order
>A flash of pink poofiness catches your eye as you place the last book on a shelf
>Suddenly, you're dragged beneath the floorboards by forces unknown
>Your clawing at the ground does nothing to stop it
>Giggling and loud music gradually fill your ears, and you pop out of the floor
>Not only did a party spontaneously appear, but you're in a different building, surrounded by dancing p0nies
>Screw it, logic didn't seem to have an important place in this world
>You drag yourself out of the crawl space, and are met by a loud cheer from everyone
>Looking around, you see tons of decorations, the biggest of which was a banner that read “Welcome to P0nyville, Anon!”
>...Pinkie.
“You weren't kidding when you said party, were you?”
>You grab a cup from a nearby table, slamming back the contents, resulting in applause from everyone there
>Damn, that was stronger than you expected
“Fuck it, LET'S PARTY!”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUAueFkVYvA
>Three hours later, you and Rainbow Dash are sitting at a table across from each other
>Empty shot glasses litter the area around you, and you're starting to have a hard time just staying in your chair
>The rest of the p0nies have either passed out or gone home, leaving you and Dash to duke it out, with a few p0nies cheering you on
>”A-Anon, I've had... three? No, thirteen shots, plus whatever I drank before this l-little challenge, and I'm still more soberrr than you are.”
>Dammit Dash, always finding a way to push buttons. Even when shitfaced.
“Wrong again... Or maybe not. E-either way, I'ma drink you under this table,” you mumble, taking another shot
>With that, your happy ass decides enough is enough and calls it quits
>You pass out sitting up, then proceed to crash on the floor
>Well crap; she'll never let you live this down

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>That night, you go to bed earlier than usual
>It had been a long day
>Not to mention learning your way around P0nyville, and getting a rudimentary grasp of local customs
>You curl up into your pallet of blankets, slipping into unconsciousness quickly
>Dreams usually take you in weird directions
>This one just takes you back to childhood
>”Anon! Settle down, your father is about to go!” your mother scolds, dragging you back to the seats
>You're at a local air show, being a 7-year-old boy, ogling all the fancy machinery and bright colors
>”And here we go, folks, the skydivers have exited their plane and are now hurtling towards the Earth.”
>The announcer guy doesn't sound very enthusiastic about things that aren't million-dollar pieces of metal shooting past the audience, but he tries anyway
>You see small dots trailing colored smoke, and you smile
>One of those dots is your dad, doing awesome dad things
>They grow bigger, and the smoke trail becomes smudged across the sky as the parachutes open
>Your dad is in the lead; you'd recognize his blue and white canopy anywhere
>After a few minutes, they're all on the ground, and the show continues with a biplane putting everything else to shame
>The skydivers make their way off the tarmac, smiling and waving to the crowd
>Dad jogs over, still looking like he just walked through a tornado
>You rush up to him and are swept up in a gigantic hug
”Did you see us from up there, Dad? Huh?”
>”Of course, kid, I always do,” he laughs, giving you a light noogie
>Mom comes in for a hug too, and you're stuck in the middle for a few seconds before your squirming breaks it up
>The rest of the day is spent eating frozen lemonade and watching airplanes do crazy things, but your favorite part had already gone by, and he's currently beating you in rock-paper-scissors

>A loud and irregular series of thumps drags you back to the real world, and you groan in disappointment
>You weren't exactly begging to wake up
>Sighing, you lay back and remember the evening
>Twilight had been looking in every single place imaginable, trying to find at least a reference to humans
>She didn't have any luck, and now she's passed out at a desk, drooling all over a book on mythological creatures
>You get up and start putting the fallen stack back in order
>A flash of pink poofiness catches your eye as you place the last book on a shelf
>Suddenly, you're dragged beneath the floorboards by forces unknown
>Your clawing at the ground does nothing to stop it
>Giggling and loud music gradually fill your ears, and you pop out of the floor
>Not only did a party spontaneously appear, but you're in a different building, surrounded by dancing p0nies
>Screw it, logic didn't seem to have an important place in this world
>You drag yourself out of the crawl space, and are met by a loud cheer from everyone
>Looking around, you see tons of decorations, the biggest of which was a banner that read “Welcome to P0nyville, Anon!”
>...Pinkie.
“You weren't kidding when you said party, were you?”
>You grab a cup from a nearby table, slamming back the contents, resulting in applause from everyone there
>Damn, that was stronger than you expected
“Fuck it, LET'S PARTY!”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUAueFkVYvA
>Three hours later, you and Rainbow Dash are sitting at a table across from each other
>Empty shot glasses litter the area around you, and you're starting to have a hard time just staying in your chair
>The rest of the p0nies have either passed out or gone home, leaving you and Dash to duke it out, with a few p0nies cheering you on
>”A-Anon, I've had... three? No, thirteen shots, plus whatever I drank before this l-little challenge, and I'm still more soberrr than you are.”
>Dammit Dash, always finding a way to push buttons. Even when shitfaced.
“Wrong again... Or maybe not. E-either way, I'ma drink you under this table,” you mumble, taking another shot
>With that, your happy ass decides enough is enough and calls it quits
>You pass out sitting up, then proceed to crash on the floor
>Well crap; she'll never let you live this down

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