>A few seconds after that last sentence, the words "Level Up!" appeared over his head once again
"Alright, now how do I do this again?"
>Anon jumped over and over again, attempting to grab the words
>Like last time, he didn't succeed
"Shit. So how the hell am I supposed to..."Level Up" anyw-"
>His vision blurred again and he froze in place
>Twilight gave a deadpan look
 
"Oh boy, here we go again."
 
Choose a Skill to Level Up
 
Strength. Stamina. Magic
 
"Uh...Stamina?"
 
Choose a Perk!
( ) Flight
( ) Molten Fire-breath
( ) Cool-looking bandanna
 
"Oh Oh Oh! I want the bandanna!
 
Fucking seriously?
 
>The words mocked him
"Shut up. It's my choice."
 
>He was able to move again
>Anon felt around his head to confirm what he felt
>A bandanna was tied around his head, the ends flowing in the wind even though there wasn't a draft
"Cool!"
>"Anon, what in Celestia's name is going on?"
"Like I said, I have no idea. It's fuckin' weird, but so far nothing bad's happened."
>"Other than you freezing in place?"
"Oh come on, It's not like it hurt or anything."
>Twilight facehooves
>"That's not the point. Something seriously wrong could be happening in P0nyville."
"Twilight, Twilight, Twilight. Why must you assume the worst when strange shit happens?'
>"Because the worst could be happening!"
"Just chill out, dude! Look, if anything bad -does- happen, you'll be the first to know. Now I gotta skedaddle. Supposed to be helping out at the farm today and I'm late."
>"You know Applejack's going to try to rape you again, right?"
"Well duh. Why do you think I asked for the invincibility spell?"
>"And how do you plan on dealing with her?"
"Same as usual. Just wing it. Somehow I'm always able to get away. No idea why, guess I'm just that lucky."
>And on that, Anon left the library
 
>Anon approached the farm. He was greeted by Big Mac
>"Howdy, Anon. How come yer so late?"
>Suddenly the heads up display disappeared, only to be replaced by a wheel of sorts in the bottom center of Anon's vision
>On the right of the wheel were three sentences, each saying something different
>The one on the top read, "Business at the Library"
>The one in the middle said "I was busy"
>The one at the bottom said "Fuck off"
>Seeing this, Anon hesitated a bit before realizing Big Mac was waiting for a response
>But not waiting impatiently...it was like he was waiting for Anon to choose one of the sentences
>Anon looked at the top sentence
"Sorry, Mac. I had to ask Twilight about a spell."
>"That's alright, just go on and get to carryin' the bushels couldja?"
>Big Mac started walking back to the orchard
>Anon, remembering his strength upgrade, decided on something different
"Hey, Mac. How about you let me try apple bucking?"
>Big Mac turned around and gave Anon a confused look
>"Anon, y'know yer not strong enough ta knock them apples out, right?"
"I've..beeen working out?"
>Big Mac sighed and motioned Anon over with a hoof
>He led Anon to a tree with baskets underneath and pointed at it
>"Go on and try."
>Anon reared up and charged the tree, ramming it with his shoulder
>To his, and Big Mac's, surprise the tree shook, knocking every apple out of it and into the baskets
>"Well I'll be...looks like ya have been workin' out. Good work, now we can get today's buckin' done early."
>Anon nodded and picked up a bushel
>The empty white square in the top right corner of his vision was graced with an exact portrait of the bushel he carried
"Whoah...inventory."
 
>Anon spent most of the afternoon knocking trees around.
>When the work day was finished, Big Mac thanked him and carried the last of his bushels to the basement. Anon picked up his last few bushels and followed
>With the apples in place, Anon popped his back and turned around to exit the cellar
>The map flashed
 
Rapist Incoming
 
>A red dot was slowly moving towards the cellar door
>Anon felt the urge to re-tie his bandanna, completely serious'd the fuck up afterwards
>He walked over and crouched behind a bushel, steadying his breathing to keep the silence
>"Oh Anon, ah was hopin' ta reward ya fer helpin' out today."
>Anon heard trotting down the stairs, followed by hooves hitting the dirt
>"Ah know yer in here. Ah just saw ya come in."
>Anon crept behind another bushel closer to the exit
>"Huh? Who's footprints're these?"
>Anon, hearing this panicked and crept out from behind the bushel, making his way towards the exit
>"Hey!"
>He turned around to see a red exclamation mark appear above Applejack's head
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phhjTVbzhKM
>Anon dodge-rolled to Applejack and knocked her down with a quick one-two punch kick combo
 
ALERT
99.0
 
>Anon ran out of the cellar as quickly as he could
>Once he was out of Applejack's sight the number began to drop
>Anon ran to the barn and hid inside
 
BACK IN THE APPLE CELLAR
>"Aw, my achin' head. Arrrgh, that's it!"
>Applejack produced a two-way radio from nowhere
KRRSH
>"HQ!"
**THIS IS HQ**
>"A'mma need backup here."
**CONFIRMED. HOLD YOUR POSITION, BACKUP'S ON THE WAY**
 
IN THE BARN
 
CAUTION
01.1
 
BINGBING
 
"I...guess that means I'm okay?"
>Anon rose from the pile of hay he was hiding in and slowly opened the barn door
>Several men in combat uniforms and ski masks carrying assult rifles were patrolling the area
>Anon jumped back
"What in the fuck? Other humans? And they have guns?!"
>Anon surveyed the situation
>It was either attempt to sneak past the crazy humans and risk getting filled with lead
>Or stay here and wait for the metaphorical rape truck to metaphorically lodge itself up his metaphorical ass
>The choice was clear
>He opened the barn door and watched for the patrolman outside to shift his view
>He turned around and Anon took the chance, exiting the barn and running to the fence
>Another guard was walking on the path
>Anon went prone and layed his cheek on the grass
>"Hmm?"
>A question mark appeared over the guard's head
>"Must've been my imagination."
>Hearing this, Anon rose quietly and climbed over the fence
>Anon then grabbed him around the neck from behind and squeezed rapidly
>"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-" CRACK
>Anon dropped the guard on the ground
"Holy shit, man! Are you alright?"
>Anon poked the body
"Dude?"
>He picked up the body and shook it a bit, but no response
>He dropped the body. As soon as it hit the ground a circular canister jumped up from the dead guard's chest and hovered ahove the ground where it landed, spinning in place
>Anon examined it for a moment before swiping his hand through it
>It disappeared and was replaced with the word "Ration". The word faded after a second
>The ration appeared in his inventory
 
"Weird. Fucking. Day."
 
>Anon walked home