“Get him teammate! Get ‘em!” shouts the man, gripping the controller with vice. The sweat drips down from his receding hairline, his concentration never-ending. The bloodshot eyes of the gamer shows the frustration, the struggle, and the amount of time put into such a video game.

“Hold down the position, Lyra247!” the man shouts again, giving his teammate the command to hold down the courtyard on Slums, a simple map filled with several intricate routes into buildings or alleyways that players can control. For this man, he was holding down the blue building, while his teammates Lyra247, AmazingTrixie19, Focus BonBon, and KrossEyz96, all hold down the middle and right sides of the map. Their sixth teammate, who was not part of their party, is currently spinning around in place as if they’re away from their controller.

“And for fuck sakes JohnSlayer3, get your ass out of the spawn!” declares the man, wondering what his sixth teammate is doing. The game is very close, however; the man’s team could pull away with the win if he could just get his team to cooperate.

“BonBon, focus your sights on that other sniper!” shouts the man, who is sweating more and more profusely by the second.

The player mentioned fires a precise shot at the enemy sniper, killing him instantly. A voice sounds off at the command, “Got ‘em for you, XxL3G1TSn1p3xX.” The feminine voice pauses before continuing. “Another target, second floor.”

A more eager voice enters the chat, who takes out the enemy with a spray from her machine gun. “I got him for you, Bonnie!”

“Lyra, he was mine!” shouts Focus BonBon.

“But I got him instead!” replies Lyra247, cheery as can be.

“Lyra…” Bonbon says venomously, angered by the mare who stole her kill.

“What?” Lyra replies, confused by her friend’s attitude towards her.

“I needed one more kill for a nuclear…” Bonbon whines, her voice trails off to focus on her next target, who suddenly appears in her sights.

“Well then get it, Bonbon!” shouts the man again, defusing the almost inevitable argument between the two mares.

“I-...FOR FUCK SAKES!” shouts Bonbon, missing her target with her XPR-50. Her target slips into a nearby garage, in cover from her sniper scope. The target, unknown by Bonbon, slips around the back side of the garage and enters through the side doorway, allowing full view of Bonbon’s position. The player sets his sights on her and fires a few rounds into her, killing her with ease.

A resounding yell emits from her mic, sending the rest of her team into static shock. The man flails helplessly at this noise, trying to get the headset off his head to stop the dreadful shriek. Eventually, the shriek of terror ends, leaving Bonbon distraught.

“I didn’t get my nuclear!” the earth pony cries out, saddened by the turn of events.

“Well you shou-”

“Shut up Lyra!” Bonbon interrupts with a shout. “You were the one who caused this to happen! If you just let me get that guy on the second floor!”

Feeling offended, the unicorn mare responds in kind, “Well it’s not my fault that you can’t snipe for shit!”

“Hay no! You did not just say that!” Bonbon calls out.

“Oh yes I did!” Lyra responds back in similar tone.

In the tense heat of the argument, one could hear a subtle ‘derp’ sound off. The owner of the voice charges into the enemy base, dodging enemy gunfire by jumping and crouching to cover, while spraying to enter towards the garage. In an impressive slide, KrossEyz96 lands a few rounds on an enemy combatant, who was running while looking straight up at the sky near a white van next to the garage. When the mare got the kill, the winning screen came up, announcing that their team won.

“WE WON!” the man shouts with glee. “Good job KrossEyz96! You’re the best player on this team!”

The voice of KrossEyz96 responds back in kind, “Woohoo!” In the background of her microphone, you could hear the sound of a soft thump. “My bad…”

The two debating mares suddenly stops their bickering to check the scoreboard. In sheer disbelief, the two say in surprise, “How did Derpy get top score?”

The score listing was quite surprising. For KrossEyz96, she lead the team with a stellar performance of sixty-two kills and nine deaths. Following in a close second was the man, XxL3G1TSn1p3xX, with a solid forty-nine kills and fifteen deaths. After that was the AmazingTrixie19, with her score of thirty-five kills and twenty deaths. The two arguing mares barely got on the board. Lyra247 broke even with a score of nineteen kills and deaths respectively, while Focus BonBon inched ahead of Lyra with a score of twenty-nine kills and ten deaths. The last player on the team, who didn’t play for the last half with his phenomenal spinning performance, scored a disappointing five kills and thirty-one deaths.

The scoreboard shocks the two mares, making them share a look of disbelief at one another, before returning back to their respective TV screens.

In the midst of the silence, the man asks, “So who's up for another round?”

The eager cross-eyed mare answers first. “I am!”

The rest of the group agrees with the top player, backing out of the lobby in unison to the party menu.

“Hold up L3G1T, let the most powerful Call of Duty player change her classes,” Trixie states pompously.

“Alright,” the now dried up sweaty young man responds in agreement. “Let’s take a quick break.”

The man takes off his headset and lays it on his chair with his now greased up controller. He quickly walks in the hallway and takes a sharp right into the bathroom. He turns around and grasps the knob with his wet hands and closes the door gently. The man sighs and wipes the remaining sweat off his brow that hasn’t dried from his long hours of playing. After pulling his pants and undies off, the man sits down and awaits for the inevitable ‘dump of death’.

Meanwhile, the remaining ponies await for the man’s return from his bathroom break, conversing about the latest match.

“Look, Bonbon, I’m sorry about stealing your kill,” Lyra247 says apologetically, hoping her friend wouldn’t be mad at her. “I just wanted to help you out.”

Bonbon sighs and replies, “I know, I’m sorry too. I just really wanted that nuclear…”

“How about you switch up your strategy?” Trixie asks.

“Pardon?”

“Why don’t you switch up your strategy?” Trixie pauses before continuing. “Like changing your positions whenever you get a certain kill amount, or using a different sniper?”

Bonbon ponders for a moment, wondering if she should take Trixie’s advice. Lyra, on the other hoof, is looking at Bonbon’s scrunched up facial expression, trying not to laugh due to how ridiculous it looks.

“I guess you’re right,” Bonbon says softly.

Lyra scoots closer to Bonbon. “Bonnie, open up your create-a-class.”

Glaring at her friend for a moment, she grumbles and opens up her create-a-class menu. As it opens, her five custom classes appear on the screen, their names showing for her best friend to see. Lyra mouth drops at the sight of Bonbon’s ridiculous class names. In descending order, the mare reads off the names of her friend’s classes.

“My, Milkshake, Brings, All the, Gronks?”

“What? Gronks are my favorite bird and I like milkshakes,” Bonbon replies innocently, not knowing her class setup names mean something completely different.

“Bonbon,” Lyra whines out. “That doesn’t mean what you think it means.”

Bonbon tilts her head to the left a bit, confused by Lyra’s statement. “What does it mean?”

“It means you shake your ru-”

“OH MY DAYS, MY ASS ISN’T STOPPING!” a voice shouts through the man’s mic, interrupting Lyra’s thought.

“What in Equestria was that dreadful noise?” Trixie asks. “Trixie doesn’t like it.”

“Probably L3G1T having another painful time in the turdis.”

The mares share a giggle,  laughing at their human friend’s misery. The giggling eventually dies down due to Derpy’s soft voice saying, “Derp!”

The girls all stop immediately after hearing the cross-eyed mare’s derping. “I just don’t know what went wrong!”

“Nothing went wrong, Derpy, you just surprised us with your drive-by derp.”

The blond maned mare giggles at this. Most of the time, she would only ‘derp’ once. However, on occasion, the mare would ‘derp’ more than once due to being excited or simply happy about something.

“Anyway, I’m going to use my powerful cherry blossom MP7 with FMJ and foregrip, while rocking the most awesome B23R with extended mags,” Trixie declares proudly. “How about you three?”

Lyra takes the opportunity to go first. “AN-94 with extended mag and a red dot sight as attachments. Also, I’m using the MSMC silenced because I’m using the overkill wildcard.”

Bonbon looks over at Lyra’s create-a-class and sees her perk set up. She’s using lightweight, toughness, and dexterity for perks and an EMP grenade for a tactical equipment. “Why are you using an EMP grenade for a tactical Lyra?”

Lyra turns to her friend and says, “Because it’s necessary when other ponies use guardians and sentry guns! Those things are so annoying!”

“Trixie agrees with Lyra247, those things are quite awful,” Trixie says, drawing out the last word for emphasis.

Lyra looks past her friend to see her class setup. Bonbon is using a Ballista silenced with FMJ as a primary, while using the Kap40 as a secondary. Her perks are lightweight, fast hands, and dead silence. Lastly, she’s using a concussion grenade and two frag grenades for her equipment.

“Bonnie, don’t use two frag grenades.”

“Why not, Lyra?” Bonnie asks.

“Because Bonnie, You could be better off with two concussion grenades so you can get more kills with your sniper,” Lyra points out.

“She has a point there, Bonbon,” Trixie says in agreement.

Bonbon sighs once again. “Alright, I’ll use two concussions.”

As the mares continue talking about their class setups, a man known as XxL3G1TSn1p3xX continues his struggle against the mighty demons of the wastes.

“WHY WON’T YOU COME OUT!” shouts the man, sweating from his head again. “I FEEL LIKE I’M HEAVY FROM TEAM FORTRESS TWO!”

The man groans and moans, trying to weasel out the remaining bombs from his exit. In a desperate attempt to quicken things up, he moves back and forth on his seat while pushing hard. This attempt works, the bombs quickly depositing in the toilet. The man stands up, looks at his creation, wipes his exit clean, and turns to wash his hands in the sink. After this, he wipes his hands and leaves the room. When he is about to put his headset back on, he realizes he forgot to put the seat down. With a few grumbles, he stomps back to the bathroom to shut the toilet seat.

While the man stomps out of his room, the mares continue their chatter.

“How about you, Derpy? What class are you using?”

“The Muffinator!” Derpy says joyfully, giggling afterwards.

“The Muffinator?” The three other mares say in unison.

“Yeah!” The bubbly mare says, excited for the next match.

“What is the Muffinator?” Lyra asks.

“A shotgun and a rocket launcher!” the mare says proudly, admiring her explosive class setup.

The three other mares stopped what they were doing and in unison gasp at the declaration. “Derpy, did you use that class last game?” Bonbon questions.

“No! I used my little muffin’s class,” Derpy replied, energetic as ever. “It’s a submachine gun!”

Puzzled by the turn of events, the chat remains silent, waiting for the return of L3G1T. After a few more moments, the mares hear a few footsteps from his mic, before the mares hear a loud ruffling and shuffling of his headset. Eventually it stops and the man’s voice enters the party. “Are you ponies ready?”

“Hay yeah!” the mares shout in unison.

“Let’s do this shit!” the man says defiantly. The man grips his control tightly, looking at the screen with an intense stare. As the game searched for a match, the man asks his teammates, “Did you girls change your classes?”

“The Most Amazing and Powerful Trixie changed her class. She’s now going to get first without an issue!” AmazingTrixie19 says, her voice emitting proudly through the microphone.

“Bonbon and I have great class setups now!” Lyra explains calmly. Turning to her friend, she smirks and continues, “The rest of us at a quick pep-talk with Bonbon about strategy.”

Bonbon snaps towards Lyra’s glare, giving her a menacing look that would scream out ‘shut up before I shove your lyre in your crevice’. The mint unicorn sees this and immediately shudders, returning her gaze to her own television to avoid the possible destruction of herself.

“Well, Trixie had a talk with her and Trixie thinks Bonbon should move positions as she plays,” Trixie explains. “Trixie told her about how she should vary her weapon arrangements to maximize her full gaming potential.”

The man scratches his stub on the end of his chin. “Hmmm, sounds like a great way to strategize. Are you still sniping Bonbon?”

“Hay yes! I’m going to get this sniper nuclear so I can do a commentary!” Bonbon says cheerfully, hoping to make a video about her skillful sniping.

“Well, sounds like its a handful,” the man says in response.

“You mean hooful?” Lyra says, gently moving her hooves on her pony-like controller pad.

“Whatever you say pony gal,” L3G1T says, stroking his stub.

After the long wait, the team of five finally enter a match, which was still in the pre-game lobby. As they enter, a sixth player enters the lobby.

“No…” the man says in a low, calm voice. “JohnSlayer3! You better fucking play this time!”

The player mentioned changes his clan tag to ‘F/U!’.

“No thanks, I’m not into that shit,” L3G1T replies, beginning to sweat from the already tense argument.

A few moments after he says this, JohnSlayer3 changes his clan tag to ‘KSm8’.

“Oh no, you’ll be dying a hell of a lot more in this match!” the man says in defiance, putting his game face on before it has even started.

JohnSlayer3 rapidly changes his clan tag to ‘w/e’ and then removes it a few seconds later, waiting for the match to start.

“Yeah Johnny, you better sit there and not respond,” the man says awkwardly into his mic, continually scratching his stub on his chin.

“Why are you picking on the guy without a mic?” another player in the lobby asks, puzzled by L3G1T’s behavior. “What did he do to you?”

“Glad you asked SHADOW VU1TURE,” the man states calmly. “This cunt,” L3G1T points at his television screen at the name underneath his, angered by the player still being in his lobby. “is a fucking douchebag! He doesn’t do anything but spin in circles!”

As he does this, the map chosen by the players in the lobby appears on the screen, signifying that the match was close to starting.

SHADOW VU1TURE responds, “Well it looks like he’s on your team.”

XxL3G1TSn1p3xX takes a glance at the teams and sees JohnSlayer3’s clantag changed to ‘SM/D’.

The mares in the party giggle at this. “Look’s like he's challenging you L3G1T,” Bonbon says sassily. “Are you going to let him talk shit to you?”

The man, now seething with anger, yells out, “Hell no!”

“Then get a better score than him!” Lyra commands.

The man lets out a ferocious roar, before calming down and preparing for battle.

The map their playing on is Plaza, a map with several routes to get to the capture points. Unfortunately the B flag is right where everyone chucks their grenades, and in this case, the other team does just that. As L3G1T and his team pushes towards the flag, a grenade flies right by L3G1T and hits Lyra in the noggin. The mare gets hit by the grenade, causing her to flinch. In a desperate attempt to dive away from the grenade, the mares hits the sprint button and holds it down. Unfortunately for her, the grenade is a roller and follows her just enough to kill her with its blast. The mint mare angrily shouts in the microphone, “You fucking frag spammer!”

“Lyra!” Bonbon says in surprise.

“What? That kid naded me!” The unicorn states. “What was I supposed to say? Pink Fluffy Unicorns Dancing on Rainbows?”

“What?” Bonbon says, wondering what the heck she just said.

“Exactly,” Lyra replies simply, gesturing with her hoof towards Bonbon. “My point has been made.”

Lyra respawns near the southern entrance of the Luna Nightclub. The Luna Nightclub, an interesting club filled with orange lights and space-like themes. The colors clash with each other, as if two different shades are fighting for the rights of the building and its entertainment. The lights go to and fro, dancing in a pattern for those there to see. In the center of club lays a bar, where one could order Solar drinks and Lunar delicacies. At this moment-

BANG!

Lyra was not having any of it.

Lyra247 storms into the nightclub, shooting her AN-94 around randomly as she enters. The enemies, who have decided to stay in the club to tactically capture B flag, were unable to counter this wild shooting mare and died in wake of her rapidfire spray, her kill count increasing to three. The mare hoof pumps, happy of her triple kill spray with her assault rifle. Reloading, she exits the nightclub through the main entrance, giving her a direct path towards B flag. The rest of her team, who is currently holding down the middle, attempt to storm forward with Lyra leading the charge. Lyra and L3G1T dive forward, firing several rounds into a light machine gunner who was posting up near a statue. L3G1T yells, “Bonbon, move up!”

With bullets whizzing by her, the candy pony mare moves up, setting up her rifle on a high vantage point, focusing her sights on the enemy soldier perched up on a roof across from them. With relative ease, the mare hits her target in the head, blood spurting out from the neck of the soldier. The enemy’s body falls to the ground, lying still.

“Target down,” Bonbon says. “Derpy and JohnSlayer3, defend B on both sides!”

A ‘derp’ sounds off the affirmative, followed by a sound of bullets being fired behind Bonbon’s head.

Bonbon moves her attention to her left, where JohnSlayer3 is standing there, spinning in circles. Bonbon shakes her head and says, “L3G1T, we have a problem.”

“What Bonbon?” L3G1T says in an annoyed tone.

“I can’t get JohnSlayer3 to move to the left side of the map,” Bonbon states as a matter of fact.

“Are you kidding me!” the sweaty man replies, sweating up to three buckets a minute. “JohnSlayer3! GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR!”

The player stops spinning in circles, and leaves to patrol the left side of the map.

“See, Bonbon, all you have to do is tell the player to-” L3G1T says, before stopping to see JohnSlayer3 in front of his line of sight. The now moving player went around the entire map and screwed up their entire spawn trap, now having the team spawn at A flag. “DAMN IT, JOHNSLAYER3!” The two major rushers ascend on C flag, capping it before rushing back on defense. “Bonbon, your back side!” L3G1T shouts, ordering her to change positions.

Bonbon turns around, only to find the whole enemy team surging in on her position. With only Derpy as a backup, the mare quickly dives into cover, dodging some bullets from a SMR. As she dives, Derpy turns and sprays back at the enemies, only to be taken down by a semtex and a few rounds from SHADOW VU1TURE’s M8A1. With her backup downed, Bonbon makes a desperate attempt to blind fire her enemy with a lucky no scope.

Her luck saves her for a moment.

The no scope lands on her three out of the four enemies, leaving her with a triple collateral with her ballista silenced. The mare pauses, her character stands still as if her controller was disconnected. In disbelief, the mare asks, “Did I just hit a no scope triple?”

L3G1T pauses to look down at the killfeed, and sees Focus BonBon with a three man feed that fades away with all three kills at the same time.

“Yep,” L3G1T replies, staring at the screen blankly. “You hit a triple.”

The mare jumps up and celebrates, shouting praises to Celestia and any of the gods above. While she does this, SHADOW VU1TURE spots her character and kills her with Derpy’s shotgun. SHADOW then pops a squat, teabagging her corpse greedily while shooting her character’s face.

L3G1T sighs and approaches on B flag with Lyra following close behind him, shooting at the teabagger. SHADOW realizes he’s being shot at and jumps into cover, only to find Derpy staring him down with a shotgun. With a trademarked Derp™, the blonde maned grey mare shoots the opponent in the face, killing him instantly. The mare then turns around and shoots her shotgun once more, killing two more opponents that were running up the stairway.

“All right Derpy!” XxL3G1TSn1p3xX says, praising Derpy for her actions. Then, L3G1T throws his remaining stun grenade out, hitting an enemy who was approaching B from the white d’BO building, a place where shoppers can buy various items. Unfortunately, sales have been down due to the war raging on this particular day, and thanks to Lyra’s grenade, all the money in the registers have been scattered about. The two rushers run up to secure B flag, taking out the final enemy with a few rounds from their rifles. With speed, L3G1T tells Lyra, “Go take d’BO and the alleyway.”

He turns to Derpy and says, “Make sure they don’t enter Luna's Nightclub," He pauses for a moment, scratching his stub. "And take JohnSlayer3 with you!” L3G1T says angrily.

The mare says, “Aye Aye Captain!”, while JohnSlayer3 just shoots at BonBon.

“BonBon and I will stay here,” the man says, still profusely dripping sweat from his receding hairline. “And Tr-”

“The MOST POWERFUL TRIXIE has already taken cover near GELE and is spawn trapping them!” the blue unicorn mare announces, shooting her cherry blossom MP7 at the now spawned in opponents, who see her from her crouched position and return fire. One of the opponents by the name of ShiningX241, throws a semtex right next to Trixie’s position, leaving her no choice but to dive away. Fortunately, the nade doesn’t kill her, however; her former position has now been taken by Shining, who hides behind the blue luxury car and fires at her with a light machine gun. The mare retreats into an alleyway next to GELE, diving once again in order to dodge the torrent of bullets from the large machine gunner. Trixie, then proceeds to rush into GELE as a last resort, running into one of the entrances of the shop. Inside, she takes cover behind the register desk, allowing her to regenerate her health.

Meanwhile, L3G1T and Bonbon are giving Trixie support fire, laying a barrage of gunfire on the newly acquired enemy position, forcing the machine gunner to flee. Unfortunately for the two defenders, a stray frag grenade lands on their position, killing them both.

“FUCK!” the two players scream out, yelling as if their deaths signaled the end of the world.

In a split second decision, Derpy retreats to B to make sure it’s safe, allowing a hole to open in Luna’s Nightclub. This allows SHADOW VU1TURE to sneak in and take cover behind the bar, waiting for the cross-eyed mare to enter in once again. The enemy player gets what he wants, seeing the mare entering his target sights. Within seconds, Derpy gets showered with a barrage of bullets, killing her instantly. The poor mare loses her killstreak, ending it at five.

“I just don’t know what went wrong!” the mare shouts, confused as to how the enemy entered the building.

The entire enemy team begins to swarm on the B flag, leaving Lyra, Trixie, and JohnSlayer3 the only defenders left to secure B. While JohnSlayer3 continues his dance of epic proportions, Trixie flanks the enemy and begins her spray behind them. Trixie is able to take out ShiningX241, who was setting up his light machine gun on the stairway of B. She also is able to take out his friend, who was giving cover fire for SHADOW. Unfortunately, SHADOW notices the flanker and kills her with a spray from his SMR. Fortunately for her, Trixie acquires her highest score streak: the warthog.

“Trixie has acquired the most powerful strafe running ship ever created,” the magician states. “Trixie will call it in now.”

In the background of her microphone, the other members on her team could hear a loud smack of her ponytroller board. Then the announcer says, “Warthog incoming.”

“Nice job Trixie,”  L3G1T says, complimenting her on her feat.

SHADOW hears the announcer state the enemy scorestreak, and decides to push in, bringing his teammates with him. SHADOW dives in, throwing a shock charge on the right stairway. Lyra, who was sitting on this stairway, accidently triggers the shock charge, shocking her into a standstill. SHADOW’s teammate sees Lyra and takes her down with a swift TAR shot to the head.

The mare retaliates, shouting the standard rage phrase of “CAMPER!”, before grimacing and respawning back at C flag.

The final defender left, who was still spinning in the corner, gets hit by a stray grenade launcher, impacting him in his care package. JohnSlayer’s character groans, dying in agony due to the loss of his crowned jewels. There were no more players at B flag for their team, and now L3G1T and Bonbon race to B flag, attempting to stop the capturing of their team’s flag.

The enemy team, on the other hand, has swarmed B and is taking the position. ShiningX241 is reigning down fire from above, using his light machine gun to get members of L3G1T’s team to take cover. SHADOW is currently crouching on the flag, capturing it while the rest of his team is scouring around the map in search of enemies.

For Trixie, this is an easy situation, because of her ship’s presence in the vicinity of B and she weaseled her way past an enemy player, who was placing a claymore near the doorway she was going to go through. Instead, this mare decides to around the whole building and flank them once again from behind, using the main stairway as her entry point. As she does this, Bonbon storms forward, gathering the attention of the light machine gunner that is sitting on top of the main staircase. With the machine gun distracted, L3G1T runs to the right side of the stairway, shooting the gunner as he goes. The gunner, being too distracted by Bonbon, is unable to counter this and dies from the well-played teamwork. With the gunner out of the way, the two can now focus on the flag capper, who has moved off the flag due to their rapid approach.

While Bonbon and L3G1T chase down the flag capper, Trixie clears out the rest of B, spraying countless numbers of bullets at them.

“That’s how the most powerful player takes out an entire team,” Trixie says, her pompous dialect showing.

“Well, you’re still not as good as Derpy,” L3G1T points out. “She’s still number one on the leaderboards.”

“HOW ARE YOU DOING SO WELL DERPY?” The entire party says in unison, surprised by KrossEyz96’s performance.

The player in question giggles and says, “It’s all in the M-Fuel!”

“M-Fuel?” Bonbon questions curiously.

“Muffin Fuel!” The mare responds excitedly. “It’s a powdery type  of stuff that you put in your drinks for when you play this game and I got a package!”

“Why only for this game?” Lyra asks, equally as curious as BonBon.

“I’ve heard of that stuff girls,” L3G1T says, still sweating three buckets a minute. “I use it too, but in greater quantity.” L3G1T pauses for dramatic effect, before continuing. “It all started when Vondy patched the DSR-50. It was a tragic day for killfeeders all across the globe. The gun they favored the most, now equivalent to the shit at the dumps, all because they changed the reload speed.” L3G1T pauses for a brief moment to kill an enemy player, who was firing at him from a balcony. “In recompense, a team named Muffin, rose to the challenge and decided to give snipers an upgrade.” The man stops to scratch his stub and wipe his brow to stop the flow of sweat. “It gives the player a heightened sense of his or her’s surroundings, especially when playing Call of Duty. That’s why most users use it when playing Call of Duty. They can take out a whole team when using it because their accuracy is spot on.”

Bonbon gasps and asks, “Why haven’t I heard of this?”

Derpy giggles. “Because you don’t watch MuffinGamersTV silly!”

“You’re joking,” Lyra says in disbelief. “They have a channel for this?”

Derpy nods, killing an enemy player with her rocket while doing so. “Yeah!”

The two friends look at each other. Lyra whispers out the words “We’re getting some tomorrow.”

Bonbon hears this and nods. “I’ll grab my saddlebags…”

The party hears this and begins to laugh, while Lyra blushes intensely.

“Bonnie!” Lyra whines. “You weren’t suppose to say it!”

Bonbon smirks at Lyra. “But it’s fun to watch you squirm.”

This doesn’t help Lyra, as her blush intensifies, her mint coat unable to cover her cherry colored cheeks. The laughter in the party chat intensifies as well, and Lyra growls a bit, having died for the fifth time.

“How in the hay are you all surviving?” Lyra asks, frustrated as she’s near the bottom of the scoreboard.

“Because we’re not rushing the whole game,” L3G1T replies. “It’s easy to pull a positive score if you just play tactically.”

As he says this, SHADOW jumps out of a corner near his position by GELE, killing him with a easy spray from his M8.

“FUCKING SHIT! I was about to get the 5th!”

Lyra chuckles at this. “You were saying?”

L3G1T growls, angered by the opponent on the other team. SHADOW VU1TURE was the only person on the other team with a positive score. L3G1T wants to change that, but he has to make sure he doesn’t do what he said not to do. That would be so hypocritical of him.

Cautiously, L3G1T returns to his previous position and looks around. SHADOW wasn’t near. To prevent the same thing from happening twice, L3G1T puts a shock charge down beside him, which will stun the enemy, allowing him the advantage. Unfortunately for him, this doesn’t happen one bit. The shock charged was placed too close by the wall he was taking cover by. When SHADOW jumped in front of him, the shock charge went off, putting both of them in shock. The problem this posed for L3G1T is that SHADOW wasn’t shocked as badly as him, giving SHADOW the advantage. When the shock wore off, SHADOW fires his M8 at him, killing him with ease. He then picks up L3G1T’s gun and proceeds to shoot his body with it.

“WOW YOU FAGGOT!” L3G1T screams in his microphone. “WHEN I USE A SHOCK CHARGE, ITS LIKE I SLAPPED MYSELF WITH A CROWBAR TO THE SHIRLEY TEMPLE!” The raging sweaty man pauses to catch a breather. “BUT WHEN THEY USE A FUCKING CHARGE, THEY FUCK ME SO HARD, I FEEL LIKE I WAS GANGBANGED BY TEN MEN NAMED REQUIS!”

The mares in the party all start laughing at the poor, unfortunate, young sweaty man, who was now sweating four buckets a minute.

While this whole event unfolded, Bonbon was searching through her saddlebags, trying to find the bag of bits she left for safe keeping.

“Lyra!” Bonbon calls out. “Where are those bits that I use for emergency purchases?”

Lyra stops her play and pauses the game, quickly saying “I’ll be right back.” to her friends in the party.

“What’s wrong Bonnie?”

“Where are those bits I had for emergencies?”

The mint unicorn stares blankly at her candy-loving earth pony friend. “Um…” she starts, not knowing how to finish her thought.

“Um what?” Bonnie asks.

“They’re in my bag,” Lyra says flatly.

“When you say it like that, I don’t believe you,” Bonbon replies, having seen this event happen before way too many times to count.

Lyra sighs, knowing she’s been caught red hoofed. “Okay, I used some of it to pay for a gift I was supposed to give you tomorrow for your birthday.”

“WHAT?” Bonbon says in astonishment.

“Well I had to get the best gift for my best friend, so I needed to borrow some bits,” Lyra explains, putting a hoof over her friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry Bonbon, I’ll pay you back tomorrow as well. I just didn’t want to get it last minute.”

Bonbon smiles and nuzzles her friend’s cheek. “Thank you Lyra.”

Lyra smiles and nuzzles her right back. “No, thank you Bonnie,” Lyra says. “The rest of the bits are in the kitchen in the cupboard to the right of the sink.”

“Okay,” Bonbon says, still nuzzling her best friend’s neck. The two stay near each other for a few more moments, before realizing that their friends need help on the video game. The two quickly rush back to their respective TV’s and prepare to play. Before they unmuted their headsets, they take one more quick glance at each other and smile.

“Let’s kick some testosterone ass, Bonnie,” Lyra says with a smirk, plugging her headset in.

“Right back at you, Lyra,” Bonbon replies, unmuting her headset.

“We’re back you guys!” the two mares announce.

“FINALLY!” L3G1T yells, sweating his tie breaking record of five buckets a minute.. “WHERE IN CELESTIA’S FIERY SHITSTORM WERE YOU TWO AT!?”

The two mares tense up at the raging sweaty ball of fury, his sweat entering their nostrils through his microphone.

“I’M HERE SWEATING LIKE I’M THE RAIN SUPPLIER, WHILE MY TEAM IS SUFFERING DUE TO THREE AFC PLAYERS!” The sweatster yells, using weird similes to describe his sweatiness. “WHAT IN CELESTIA’S SUNNY D AM I GOING TO DO AGAINST THESE GRENADE SPAMMING, TENT CAMPING, FIVE MAN SPLITTING, MOTHER FUCKERS?!”

“Whoa, calm down there Captain Salty Precipitation,” Bonbon replies sarcastically. “This is just a game, not some real life sporting event.”

“SPORTING EVENT?” L3G1T shouts in disbelief, while knifing some poor sap in the neck. “THIS IS LIFE OR DEATH! MY WIN TO LOSS RATIO IS AT STAKE HERE!”

“L3G1T, please, calm down,” Lyra says in a calm voice. “We just want to play, not to witness a heart attack from one of our friends due to losing in a Call of Duty match.”

“HEART ATTACK?” L3G1T screams, his voice becoming strained from all the yelling. “I AM SWEATING FIVE BUCKETS PER MINUTE HERE LADY, AND I CAN NOT, AND WILL NOT, HAVE A HEART ATTACK AT THIS MOMENT!” The drenched sweaty man wipes his brow, attempting to remove the sweat from his face. “I AM THE SWEATIEST MOTHER FUCKER ON THE PLANET!”

The two friends face hoof at this. “Yeah, we can smell your stench through the microphone,” Lyra says, covering her nose with her hoof.

“HOW TH-” L3G1T attempts to yell, before dying by another grenade. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME! WHERE IN THE HELL ARE THEY GETTING THESE GRENADES FROM?”

“Trixie has been affected by these grenades too,” AmazingTrixie19 says in despair. “Trixie cannot dodge their bombardment!”

The raining of the grenades, a tactic which has been effective for the enemy team, shower upon them, killing Derpy and JohnSlayer3 in the process. While Lyra and Bonbon were gone, the team had to manage without them. Unfortunately, they lost B in the process and the enemy team has caught up to their lead. Now, the match rages on, time almost running out for the first round of play. With 30 seconds to spare, the team launches a desperate attempt to gain some more points to try to even the score. Lyra and Bonbon rush forward, L3G1T and Derpy laying covering fire. Trixie and JohnSlayer3 flank around d’BO side, attempting to gain a good flanking position. Despite JohnSlayer’s dancing routine, he turns out to be a great asset than a liability, spraying down two enemy defenders, who were hiding behind the counters in d’BO. Trixie, now astonished by the player’s skill, follows in suit, spraying into the alley to hit any enemy players. With this sporadic spray, she manages to hit an enemy player across the map, who just spawned on A flag. When she earns the kill, she stops, and turns up her voice volume. The player who dies by her, screams out in a squeaky, broken voice, “YOU FUCKING HAC-CKER!”

The voice cracking teen tries to cover up his puberty, but fails as he screams in a high pitch voice, then gets cut off by the in-game feature. The blue unicorn mare chuckles at this and says, “Trixie hopes she got this recorded.”

The mare checks her computer to see that she, indeed, recorded the voice cracker. “Sending that in to VoiceCrackoftheDay.”

Derpy giggles. “Silly, they don’t post much anymore.”

Trixie sighs due to Derpy’s statement. “Well, Trixie will post it on her channel only,” Trixie pauses for a moment, killing the last defender on B flag with a spray from her B23R. “Trixie will become famous and viral with this comedy gold!”

As she kills the last player, the first round of play ends, the score close. The enemy team is leading by four points, the official score of one hundred and two to one hundred and six. L3G1T sighs, cooling down for a bit from the intense match so far. “Gotta say, this enemy team is putting up a fight.”

The other mares in the party gasp, never hearing L3G1T ever acknowledge an enemy team before. “L3G1T acknowledges an enemy team?” Lyra says, mocking L3G1T’s tone of voice. “When does this happen?”  

For the first time in this match, L3G1T laughs heartily. “I’m not always a cold-hearted asshole Lyra.”

“You could’ve fooled Trixie!” Trixie says while prepping her ponytroller board for the next match.

L3G1T stops his guaffing, prepping for the next round. “Let’s fucking go!” he shouts in a slightly quieter tone.

“Right!” the rest of the party shouts.

The last round starts, the players on both sides sprinting for B flag once again.

“Who is going through security?” L3G1T asks, curious as to where everyone is going.

“I’ll go through security!” Derpy says, her shotgun in hand.

“Trixie will aid Derpy in her journey through the nightclub,” Trixie says, using her cherry blossom MP7 once again.

“Okay, I’ll head straight to the stairways with JohnSlayer3,” L3G1T says, hoping that John will cooperate. “Will you two be fine on d’BO side?”

Lyra and Bonbon both look at each other, their countenances change from blank stares to playful, yet competitive looking smirks. “Yeah, L3G1T,” Lyra says, taking one last glance at Bonbon, before turning to her screen. “We got this.”