Man Cave * Shinobi*

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drama and not liking him personally aside, dood consistently writes interesting shit, but because of all the drama bullshit, i cant trust this to be binned by him

 

this is a decent start to something interesting, and could possibly not be done by him, just someone posting as him to stir shit up

 

*update*

look at the post date, i archived this a day before he put it in his bin, with that said, i still have little trust in him seeing he nuked his bin before and i had to recover it for him... but that was before shit hit the fan with him... what i said above still stands, drama aside, he writes interesting shit, and there is a reason i keep an off line backup of everything he did.

http://pastebin.com/xQf73Mb8

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>It’s day 377 in Equestria, more specifically, the the couch in the library.

>“Happy six-month anniversary, Anon!” Twilight beams up to you from your lap.

>Wow, it’s hard to think you’ve been here for a year already, six months of which have been spent with the lovely mare in front of you.

>...A full year away from other people, your friends, your family, and any and all familiar lifestyles.

>Twilight must have picked up on your somewhat they get expression. “Thinking about home again?” she asks gently, her face morphing into a look of guilty melancholy.

>You blink and shake away the memories.

“Twi, don’t beat yourself up over this, I told you a million times. Equestria is my home now and I don’t regret coming here.”

>You press your forehead to hers and smile.

“After all, I wouldn’t have met you if that little summoning spell of yours had backfired.”

>She lets her lips rise into a smile, before she turns her head up and gives you a peck on the lips.

>”Anon, even if you say that I know you’re still somewhat homesick,” the lavender pony’s smile grows a little. “Thats why I decided to bring a little piece of earth here.”

>That throws you for a loop. What could she be talking about?

>She hops off your lap and beckons you to follow her with a backwards glance.

>The trip is short, as Twilight only leads you to the basement door.

>Thats strange, did Twilight replace the door to the basement?

>She couldn’t have, because it seems oddly familiar...

>Opening the strangely nostalgic door with magic, she grins widely and makes her way down, once again stopping to see if you are following.

>You start down the stairs, noting that they seem steeper than pony steps.

>A look at the walls as you trudge down gives you another wave of déjà vu. It’s like you’ve seen this shade of wallpaper so many times before...

>The closer you get to the bottom of the stairs, the more familiar everything seems.

>You’ve been here before... you know it.

>By now, Twilight is at the bottom of the stairs, looking around the room before she turns back to you.

>When you finally get down to the basement, you feel your jaw drop in total disbelief.

>This isn’t Twilight’s basement, it’s yours!

>Well, it’s the same one that was in your old house on Earth, your aptly named “Mancave”, with everything where you remember it.

>Sitting in front of the ratty, torn up couch is an large, CRT television on a beat up with stand.

>Next to it is a shelf of consoles, all the wires of which are hooked up to some cheap switches so you didn’t have to switch them around on the TV.

>In the corner of the room, on a desk with a rolling chair just as beat up as the couch, is your gaming rig.

>Fond memories of that, except for the one where your old girlfriend dumped you for spending more money on it than you did on her.

>She was a bitch anyway.

>Lastly, there is another shelf against the wall, which holds countless DVDs, game disks, and your router.

>...The Internet light of which is still on...

>That... that shouldn’t still be on... you can worry about that later though.

>This is the place in your home where you spent most of for time and held more than one hangout with friends, leaving the dingy room full of pleasant memories.

>And Twilight went to all the trouble of bringing it here?

>You need to get her something nice. Like worth a paycheck or three sort of nice.

>Turning your shocked visage back to Twilight, you find her looking at you with a pleased expression on her beautiful face.

>”Well? What do you think?” she asks eagerly.

>What do you think? What do you think?!?

>You drop to your knees like a puppet with its strings cut, your expression still frozen on your face.

>Twilight quickly goes from happy to concerned. “Anon?” she asks with a tilt of her head, “are you alr-mmph!”

>Faster than she can react, you scoop her up in your arms and plant the most loving kiss you can on her lips.

>You pull away from they now red-faced unicorn, slightly spluttering as you do.

“Twi... how...why?” you ask in a jumble.

>She gives you a bright smile. “In that order, I simply used a space displacement spell to swap the locations of the rooms. As for why, mostly because I wanted to give you a little bit of your home back.”

>You raise an eyebrow.

“Mostly?”

>”Well...” Her smile gains the barest hint of embarrassment, “I also sort of wanted to sate my own curiosity. When you mentioned those “Video game” things, I couldn’t help but think it to be something interesting, so... I figured I could kill two birds with one stone.”