Authors Note;
Before I even start, I would like to apologize. In the previous chapter I had Colton note that the cowtaurs wore their hair in dreadlocks, and that such a hairstyle was 'disgusting' and 'didn't take any effort'. Apparently some people took offense to this, and I got more than a couple angry messages from people laying into me and insulting my intelligence since I didn't know how hard it was to upkeep dreadlocks.

I'm sorry. I didn't properly take into account how much work or time went into dreadlocks, or how my description of it would be taken. Please stop sending me hate mail.

Physical Endurance Has Gone Up A Level!

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"You sure you're okay?" Pinkie asked, probably picking up on my frustration.

"Nothing broken," I mumbled, leaning back into the couch.

I have no fucking idea how she did that. She was grabbing me from behind, I opened the door... up until the split second I saw her standing on the other side, she was touching me. I would have noticed if she let go! She just... teleported? I guess? It wasn't impossible, especially with this setting. No one else seemed surprised by her sudden appearance in my split second of surprise before I took my tumble.

"You shouldda seen your face!" the rainbow haired one guffawed, YET AGAIN. Apparently my pain was the most amusing thing she had ever experienced.

Once I made my way back up the stairs, -pausing momentarily to marvel at the fact that the fall only did seven damage to me,- I thankfully managed to avoid Pinkies no doubt immediate plan to introduce me to every single person that had bothered to show up. Which, looking around, might just be the entire friggin city. Town. Whatever. I recognized a few faces from this morning, but I couldn't place names to them despite Pinkies rambling.

Much to my own chagrin, I did recognize a few faces I hadn't actually met before. Doc Top. Aloe. Junebug. As much as I would like to hate Pinkie, the people she had 'introduced' me to stuck in my mind for some unforeseeable reason. Count your blessings where they come.

How the hell did she set all this up, though? As soon as I got back, she was there, right at my side the whole fucking time. These streamers weren't up, all those tables with food weren't set up, and there's no way I didn't notice that life sized statue of me with a wide smile before. It was more than life sized. The damned thing was taller than me. It was paper mache, so I can't really claim that there was no way it could have been made in time to... you know.... be here. I still found it rather improbable.

I should probably figure out who made it. And why they made it. It didn't really seem to have any purpose, besides to just stand there. Looking happy. Making me more pissy every time I glanced at it.

"You were like, 'bwah!', and then you fell and it was... -snrrrrk-"

Rainbow Dash was kinda a bitch.

Okay, so that was a bit harsh. She had looked worried as I trudged back up the stairs just like everyone around her, but as soon as she saw I was 'unharmed' it was open season on my fragile ego.

And yes, she had already remarked on the fact that I was wearing a pair of her old sandles. 'I was wondering where I left those', indeed. I saw a couple guys trying to hold in a laugh when they heard that, but after I shot them a quick glare they remained straight faced.

There was actually... relatively few guys here. I could see about five guys milling around... as opposed to the thirty to maybe forty or fifty girls in immediate view.

Weird. Maybe Pinkie assumed I'd rather be surrounded by females and mostly invited girls? Threw in a few guys so I wouldn't get suspicious. Maybe. I dunno. I'm probably just projecting my fantasy without having the facts. More girls showed up than guys simply because the guys had better things to do than show up for the new guys party.

Why she wanted to throw me a party at all was a mystery, I could see organizing a welcoming committee or something but a full blown party, for someone you don't know? She had to have ulterior motives.

Or maybe she was just weird.

Again, I'm hesitant to attribute Pinkies behavior as 'her being her'. I hope she doesn't act like this all the time.

'Dashy' went off to bob apples with Applejack when she figured out I wouldn't rise to her baiting, saying I was 'a riot'. Not surprised she and Applejack were friends, both of them were entirely too excitable for my tastes. Not as bad as Pinkie Pie, but they were high up on the list. They were all pretty excitable, all trying to catch my eye with friendly waves as they went about having fun. Rarity was doing 'pin the tail on the brahmin', having forgone the provided blindfold for one she brought out of her own satchel. Why she was carrying around her own blindfold, I don't know. I don't care. I don't want to think about why a grown woman is carrying around a silky black blindfold inlaid with lace in her purse. That way leads to madness. So I'd prefer to just leave it alone.

I saw a couple girls playing with a knife, having taken my kitchen cutting board and placed it on the floor. I'd have to clean that thoroughly once this was all over. The silver haired girl with the silly looking tiara (anyone surprised that her name is in fact, 'Diamond Tiara'? No one? Yeah I wasn't that surprised either by this point.) started bouncing the tip of the knife around her fingers, letting out a sing song laced tempo as she did so. I'd seen videos of people playing the knife game before, but never in person. She seemed to know what she was doing though, going fast enough that her two boyfriends (a thin, dopey looking guy, as well as a chubby dopey fellow. I wasn't going to mock her on her choice, they actually looked concerned with her safety. But come on, two guys, one named Snips, the other Snails? God damn, I half expected to see another dopey looking kid named 'Puppy Dog Tails'.) cringed each time the knife collided with the cutting board.

I levered myself off of the couch, ignoring Pinkies offer to help. I could damn well walk on my own, thank you very much. I crossed to the refreshments table, dipping a ladle in the second bowl to fill up a paper cup. Apple cider. Yummy. The other bowl had what looked like fruit punch. Don't know for sure, never got a chance to try it.

After a few cups, I noticed I was getting a few... amused glances. I wasn't going to admit I had no idea WHY they were acting so fidgety, so I kept quiet. It was by my seventh cup that someone finally came up and let me know what was on everyones minds.

"Hey, uhh Colt?" Rainbow Dash started, pointing at my cup. "Ya think maybe you shouldn't go so fast? I'm all for blasting through the blessed goodness that is Cider, but if you don't pace yourself you're gonna get drunk and pass out..."

I stared at the cup in my hand, then back to Rainbow Dash. "What?" I stated intelligently, my eyebrows arching in surprise. They thought cider was going to get me drunk? "I can't get drunk off of cider, it barely has any alcoholic content in it to begin with. It barely qualifies as alcohol at all!" I scoffed, enjoying her flabbergasted expression. I mean seriously, cider? I could get more buzz off a bottle of 'hard lemonade'.

"Huh," she grunted, a dangerous look flashing across her eyes. "How bout you put your bits where your mouth is? You and me, drink off, now!" she declared, gathering a fair bit of attention from everyone in the room.

I had very little reason to disagree to her challenge, after a quick 'observe' stated that the cider only had a '.005%' alcohol content. I already knew that earth ponies apparently had denser bodies than me, (due to everyone and their mother telling me how fucking light I was...) so if they actually thought someone could get drunk off of seven piddly little cups of this stuff... They probably could. Even if I could barely fathom that.

I immediately got Rainbow Dash to match my own number, she had already had three cups so an additional four set her off nicely. She was already starting to look kinda unfocused. My win was practically in the bag already!

To add to that, I had gotten a quest when she challenged me. It said I had to beat her at the contest, and if I won I would get an immediate +3 to VIT! It was a sure fire win, and all I had to do was drink her under the table!

"Urp, ya know, you can quit any time you like, I won't blame you," Rainbow Dash burped after belting down her seventeenth cup, gaining a disapproving titter from Rarity.

"What, are you growing tired of cider already Dashy?" I jibed, smirking in amusement as a look of indignation flashed across her face.

"I'm not tired, you're tired!" she shot back, gulping down one cup, then another one in quick succession. She looked proud of accomplishment, giving me a 'bet you can't do that' look as she set the second cup down.

"If you say so," I replied, drinking one cup. "I mean, I could go on like this for hours," another cup of golden drink slid down my gullet. "But I can understand if the poor little pegasi can't hold her drink," a third drink followed the first two, "So feel free to quit anytime, featherweight." A fourth cup ended my angatgonization, the empty vessel plopping down upon the table between us.

She actually looked fairly impressed, amid the rankled expression at my needling. I used to have drink offs with my buddies, I could throw insults with the best of them.

Her next two drinks to match mine followed slowly, her eyes looking glassy and unfocused. I wasn't even buzzed yet, and it looked like she was almost full on drunk already! I was however, starting to feel a bit full. One cannot drink indefinitely, after all.

"Thatsh not fair," she slurred, slightly leaning from side to side. "You cannt be... cannt be not... not drunk. Drunk. Drrrunk."

"Hoooooey, looks like yall finally met a stomach you can't match, huh 'featherweight'," Applejack remarked, reusing my own line.

"You," Rainbow dash stated vehemently, looking around as if she wasn't sure who called her out. "You be quiet Mr. muscles," she slurred out. Who she was talking to I have no idea. "I can beat him. Anno I can beat him. I gots a zecret weapon," she giggled, reaching into her belt pouch.

She pulled out a bottle of clear, pink liquid, and a small shot glass.

"You thinks yer so hooooot," she grumbled, sliding off of her seat, before scrambling her way back up. "Ya thinkz ya can outdrink me? You don't knows nuthin'. So how bout this?" she hiccuped, one eye twitching slightly. "Yer probably just about to crack, I can smells it on you," she remarked, letting loose another hiccup. "This here's the good stuff. If you... if you... if you..." trailed off, staring at the wall with a happy expression. Man, she must have a horrible tolerance if this was how bad she was already!

"Dashy!" I snapped, also snapping my fingers in front of her face a couple times.

"What? Yer not Mr. Muscles..." she stated skeptically, eyeing me before I pointed at the glass and bottle she had brought out. "Oh! zuh secret weapon," she cackled, "so you... you admit you don't think you can win? Not 'gainst mah sec-"

"Oh come on already," I grumbled, snatching the bottle and glass out from in front of her. She stared dumbly at the empty spot in front of her, as if she wasn't sure where her stuff had gone. I had already poured myself a glass, and pulled it.

God but that was fucking dry going down! This was the good stuff, pure ecstasy going into my belly. I almost stopped, thinking about the three coins in my pocket. Was I going to throw three whole years away? I had treated this as basically a joke up till this point, seeing as it seemed all ponies were lightweights by nature. There wasn't even a chance of me getting drunk. But this... nah, it couldn't be that bad. They thought cider could get you drunk! This probably was along the same lines, being nothing more than watered down drink designed for those that couldn't handle it.

So I poured myself another glass, to the astonished silence that permeated the room around me. And another. And another.

And just one more.

Lore time with Shy
Ancient History;The Magog
The Magog was an ancient warrior that came 'of the earth'. Although her true pony type has been lost to time, all legends still state this important fact about her. In the times before the alicorn, the lands of this world were beset by a demon. A goat with otherworldly powers by the name of Grogar. This fiend ruled ruled over the land, absorbing poor ponies souls and magic after they had become too weak to serve within his vast armies.

The ponies of this land despaired, sure they would be killed to the last pony in this mad goats attempt at world domination. A rainbow Pegasi who set the sky on fire behind her when she flew said 'no more'. She gathered the magic of the remainder of her tribe, and set out to find a pony that could help save their dying race. She disappeared, and for years her tribe believed her to have joined the ranks of the dead.

Finally, the Great Magog appeared from the heavens upon a rainbow of glistening light. She reached out above her head, and turned the rainbow into a radiant necklace she wore round her neck. She proclaimed herself as Magog, and stated that she would no longer sit back and watch as Grogar tormented her little ponies.

She met the goat in glorious battle, the sky above rent open with their ferocity. The rainbow she wore bent to her will, at once being a whip and another moment being a gleaming shield. She eventually wove the rainbow into a noose, and tightened it around the goats neck. Grogars fury was staggering, and destruction he wrought with his struggles formed fissures and valleys in the ground. The rainbow tightened ever more, and e'er so the goat was defeated.

This was not the end of the goat, however. Some tales say Grogar died that day... others say that an immortal can never truly be killed. Those tales say that the Magog ripped a hole in the sky, and used the rainbow to sew the goat inside of it.

But who can say for sure which tale rings true?

I woke slowly, blinking the sleep from my eyes. When the hell did I fall asleep? What happened? And why was I half smothered in a pile of pony people?

I slowly wiggled my way out of the pile ( I had been laying on Big Mac, using him as an impromptu futon. Various other individuals were also in that particular mound, Pinkie being one that had claimed me as a pillow.) careful not to wake anyone.

Once I had extricated myself I tried to locate Hax and Argos. Argos was easy enough to find, asleep once more in the tub upstairs. Hax however... it took me a couple passes to finally find him, asleep on the chest of the yellow winged druid lady, Fluttershy. When the fuck she showed up, I haven't the foggiest.

I was pretty foggy on a lot of stuff, actually. I remembered getting into a drinking contest with the blue winged birdbrain, and then nothing. I couldn't have been drunk, because as of now I didn't have a hangover. No pain behind my eyes, no grogginess, no cotton mouth, just slight confusion.

So I had no idea why I was missing a huge blank after my drink off.

"Oy, Hax," I muttered, picking him up carefully. I accidentally brushed against Fluttershys chest as I did so, but thankfully she didn't wake up. She just turned over, and snuggled into the prone form of a large pegasus with short cropped hair. He actually had the shortest hair I'd seen since coming here, even shorter than mine! His wings were smaller than Fluttershys, though. Not sure if there was a dick correlation or not, but I still felt kinda bad for 'ol 'Bulk Biceps', as the name above his head denoted.

I quickly made my way down into the basement, Hax in tow as he slowly woke up. Letting out adorable little yawns as he did so. I couldn't outright guarantee that I wouldn't be disturbed down here, but it was better than nothing.

I cringed at the squeak the door hinges let out, certain that the sound would wake a few of them up. A couple seconds of no one perking up and demanding food as I had given the day before, and I made my way downstairs, carefully closing the door behind me.

"Okay Hax, it's time we actually got some training in," I told him, his ears slowly poking up in excitement. "I think we should make a zombie run, don't you?"

He barked in affirmation. Good enough for me.

I shunted us across into a zombie ID, wincing as the scent of mildew and mold rocketed up as the walls visibly sagged inwards with age.

"Ugh, gross," I muttered, quickly making my way back upstairs. The rest of the library was in similar disarray, large holes worn through the walls and the remains of books piled in every corner.

No piles of pony people, though. So, silver line. A single person wandered around the ground floor, their flesh fetid and stinking. One of their wings was missing, nothing but a broken stump remaining a few inches out from their back. The other wing hung limp, dragging across the ground. The only other thing to note about their appearance was that half the flesh on their face was missing, showing the dirty bone underneath.

"Level fourteen," I mused, accidentally drawing its attention. "Hax, root that ugly mother fucker!" I demanded, watching in satisfaction as several strands of plant matter grew from the floor and encircled her legs.

The zombie groaned at me, reaching out once it figured out it couldn't move any closer under its own power.

It was then that I realized a particular problem. I didn't have a weapon. I had never really picked one up. I should have filched one from the pony pile, it wasn't like they would have noticed. I'd have just made sure I got it back before they woke up.

So without a weapon, I decided to test out my face punching prowess.

"Face Punch!" I yelled out, closing the distance and landing into its face with a meaty thud. And then I stopped, trying to get my hand free.

Punching a zombie in the face is apparently a very STUPID thing to do. As was evident by the fact that said lady zombie was busy chewing on my knuckles. It had simply let me punch it in the face, quite content to let the food deliver itself straight to her waiting maw.

I checked her in the side of the head with another face punch (which, although it didn't connect with her face, apparently any punch to the head counted.) and let loose with another ten or so before I ran out of mana. Then I just continued to wail on her with my free hand, shaking my hand free once she had broken apart into dust.

"Son of a bitch," I cursed while nursing my hand, quickly making my way back downstairs before I exited the ID.

She had quite handily nibbled me down to half of my HP, prompting a reevaluation of my current tactics. If I couldn't take down a single baddie without losing half my health, this would be a VERY long endeavor. I hadn't even gotten halfway to my next level off the exp she gave.

"The fuck do I do now?" I groused, looking around the room. Wait, the books! There were books on the desk down here, maybe they were actually fucking useful...

Hax let out a chipper bark as I trundled over to the desk, looking around it for the absent books. They weren't there. I got down on my knees to look all around on the ground, but there was nothing more than a layer of dust.

"She had to have come down last night, and taken them upstairs," I reasoned, Hax barking in confirmation. Or maybe he was disagreeing. 'Bark bark' doesn't really give me much.

"Taken the clothes off the dummy, too," I remarked, noting the newly naked dummy stashed away in the corner. I hadn't gotten a good look at them, but I thought I saw a pair of boots at the foot of it. No big loss, but I wish they hadn't decided to just steal my new stuff before I could. The books was more of a loss, I hope she hadn't lost them.

One thing I got out of coming back here, I found a brand new, sparkly, glittering, old and used shovel. It was on the floor with a couple of other tools, all of which looked like I could potentially use them to bash a zombie skull inwards. A hoe and a sledgehammer? I should be able to find some use from those!

And then I realized something that made me feel like a complete and total moron. I had the bat. I forgot about the bat. The bat had forsaken me. And I had forsaken the bat.

I mean, when all you have to attack a creature that 'lives' to eat your flesh is your closed fists, you'd think you would remember having a weapon that would possibly mitigate that. Just possibly.

So I hit myself over the head for that stupidity. I 'equipped' the shovel, just holding it in my hands and swinging it around to try to get the feel for it so I didn't end up braining myself on accident.

"Why the hell did I forget I had the bat though?" I mused, half to myself, half to the hyperactive ball of... fur like wood. Hax did little to help me out in this scenario, simply letting out a short 'wuff'.

"Status."

Name: Colton Niscon

Class: Displaced Gamer

Level: LV 06

HP: 113/of/250

MP: 27/of/200

STR:10

VIT:18

DEX:7

INT:20

WIS:7

LUK:14

Point: 4

Money: 58 Cents, 15 Bits

Status; Human. -25% Stamina drain. +25% Stamina Regen. +10% Total HP Regen. +10% Total MP Regen. +1% EXP gain.

Solar Affinity; +5% EXP towards all solar aligned abilities, skills, tricks, spells and otherwise, provided said abilities, skills, tricks, spells and otherwise are performed during a period of daylight.

Title

1-Unassigned

2-Unassigned

3-Unassigned

4-Unassigned

5-Unassigned

-Teacher

1-The CMC

2-Unassigned

3-Unassigned

Displaced; Dimensional magnetism draws other Displaced Tokens to the users dimensional plane.

Homeowner; +5% EXP gain while within the confines of the 'Golden Oaks' library.

Hung Over; -3 WIS, -5 INT. User will randomly forget pertinent information, based on luck. -20% to ALL EXP gain. Duration, (4) hours, (37) minutes.

Celestially Lucky; +5 LUK. All Solar aligned abilities, skills, tricks, spells and otherwise are increased by 5%.

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Cloth Shirt; Repaired by local seamstress Rarity, there's not much else to note about this article of clothing besides its bland coloring. +1 DEF

Denim Jeans; Bought from a soulless corporate store. They provide more protection than a standard pair of cloth pants, but can't offer anything else beyond that. +1 DEF

Rainbow Dash's Sandals; A pair of particularly pretty petite pumps. They don't provide much defense, but they were never really designed with that purpose in mind. +5 SPD

Well Worn Shovel; A shovel that seems to have had some use. You gonna dig a hole to hide in? 5 ATK

I snapped my eyes to the newest status effect that had popped up on my screen, my eyes narrowing in barely contained frustration. It said I was hung over! But I wasn't! I could probably go out and run a mile if I had to, I felt great! What the hell did it mean, 'would forget stuff'? I hadn't forgotten anything!

...Except the fact that I already had a melee weapon, and decided to attack using only my fists under the assumption that I didn't...

A cold sweat ran down the nape of my neck, my blood cooling as I tried to stare the status ailment into submission. I would forget important stuff. Based off of luck. Wonderful. So there was basically nothing I could do about it.

I sighed, shaking my head in resignation. I'd work through it. I'd try not to anything as spectacularly stupid as punching a zombie in the face until I had made it sure it couldn't immediately nom on my digits.

Looking over my stat sheet once again I noticed I must have actually won the drink off last night. My VIT was higher than last time I had checked, anyway. And by the three points the quest window said it would award me! Looking further though... my luck was higher than it was last time. And only by two points, so that weird status that had been added wasn't to blame for it. It SAID it added five to luck, anyway. I hadn't even figured out a way to 'train' it yet, so the fact that it had raised seemingly by... well, 'luck' was kinda annoying.

What the fuck was with those strange new status's, anyway? Solar affinity and Celestially Lucky? Obviously the second was associated with why my luck had risen without me noticing, but how the hell had I gotten them? I highly doubt the books that were downstairs would have just arbitrarily given me a luck increase and two new statuses. Would explain why they weren't down there, but I can't say for sure until I ask Pinkie about it.

I sat down and waited for about ten minutes, carefully massaging myself as best I could while I waited for my HP to refill. Wouldn't do to go charging back in at half health.

If only I knew how the hell those new abilities popped up...

Lore time with Shy
Ancient History; The Witches of Gloome
Most forget of the tale of the witches of Gloome, a kingdom that used to reside to the south of Equestria's borders. Used to. Envying the bounty that Equestrians held within their borders, a coven of witches did plot to defile the land and thus cursed an unending swarm of sting-ed insects upon the ponies of Flutter Valley. The one who hides sent her two daughter for this heinous task, and to completion did they almost manage.

The ponies of Flutter Valley almost fell under this new onslaught, but not for the Magog. She fell to Equestria once more, and with her powers wrought the creation of the Diamond Dogs. She instructed the diamond dogs to create a cavern under the valley for the ponies to recover safely from their wounds.

The Magog told them to rest in safety, and departed e'er deeper into the earth. For weeks she was unseen, until the ponies despaired to e'er see her again. But then...

The Magog strode out of the darkness and cloying earth, holding aloft a stone. This stone caught the rays of the sun, holding them within itself and radiating its glory to the very corners of the valley. The swarm was dispersed, driving the One who Reeks and the One who Drags from Flutter Valley with their tails between their legs. Their mother was displeased with their failure, but did not order a second attack on the valley.

Some say Flutter Valley is yet another lost landmark, while others claim that Canterlot now rests above it.

As for the stone... well some say that it rests firmly in the crown of Celestia.

Celestia sat upon her throne, eyes bleary as she carefully cradled a mug of coffee easily the size of the average ponies head. It wasn't that she disliked mornings, far from it. But having to ceaselessly, throughout the millennia, be the one to rise BEFORE it? To awake before the roosters crow, and raise the sun as nopony else could? It tended to leave her rather... tired. Not that she'd ever burden her precious little ponies minds with such trivial concerns, or let the more vocal to see her in such a state.

Which is why only her personal hoofmaiden was currently allowed to cater her for the next hour or so. Others may complain, some nobles might protest, but to see her before she woke up fully would only fill her poor impressionable ponies heads with worry.

"Quarter," Celestia half groaned from around the lip of her mug. Said pony leapt to attention, holding an armful of papers within her grasp. "What is all that?"

Usually Quarter Master would only bring her the days most prevalent reports, those delivered directly by the numerous information networks she had long since sown and spread across Equestria. Usually, these were sifted through until only a few remained, only those most requiring her almost immediate attention. It seemed however, that her usual aides had forgotten about such a fact, seeing as her hoofmaidens arms were full near to the point where she couldn't hold them all.

She'd suggest simply carrying the mass with her magic, but Quarter firmly believed that anything worth carrying with her horn was something she could 'darned well carry with the arms her parents gifted her'.

"Reports from Ponyville, your grace. We had a deluge of missives over the last few days, which almost doubled in number sometime last night," she remarked, coming to stand at Celestia's knee as she awkwardly sifted through the multitude of paper. She finally settled on one in particular, hoisting it over her head to wave it closer to Celestias waiting grasp.

It wasn't the common ponies fault that at their tallest, they tended to barely reach over two thirds of Celestia's height!

As Celestia took the note in her hand, she carefully applied a burst of magic to expand the material until she could more easily hold it. She had no need for a chant with such a simple spell, having long since mastered such things aeons ago.

Quarter continued as she looked through the stack for the next piece of parchment to be handed up, "The parsers have been up for hours, while there is some repeat information, most of this is... unique."

Celestia eyed the letter in her hand with renewed interest, noting the name that the writer had repeated several times throughout her account.

"Colt... Nice-Son?"

Author's Notes:

Just finished a chapter for my other story I Am The King Of Slumberland Little Nemo, so go give my other story a read too!

I don't drink. Any irregularities you might notice regarding drunkeness that I have portrayed in this chapter are all the fault of popularized tv and movies. They have taught me that being drunk or high makes you into a giggling loon incapable of keeping their 'sitch on the downlow'.

If you ever get the bright idea in your head that making a gamer/'gaming interface crossover fic, heres some advice.

Good luck. It is a horrendous PAIN to have to keep track of every single sheet of numbers and skill sheet. I keep on wanting to pull my hair out from the stupidest things. I keep on getting the update messages wrong! I forgot how much MP Colton had, and such didn't know how many face punches would tap him out! I keep on having to go back and figure out how much HP enemies should have, whether certain attacks can or even SHOULD effect certain enemies. Problems abound as I try to keep everyones levels straight, and try to finagle them into getting stronger, and THEN keeping track of the statistical improvements they go through!

To put it simply, it's really really hard and I'm not quite sure I'm writing this format of story up correctly. I always feel like I'm screwing something up, and eventually someone is gonna just pop out of the woodwork and call me on it. Waggling their finger in disappointment.

So if you really feel the desire to write up a gaming story, you have my best wishes. I hope the writing hell I've imprisoned myself within doesn't affect you as badly as it does me.
And no, I'm not saying I'm going to abandon this story. Theres still far too much left in my head to leave it as is.

The 'Magog' stories are obviously bastardized versions of the Megan episodes from generation one. Hope y'all enjoy how their AU fits into this story.

azarath asks; Dear Pinkie Pie, what is your favorite flavor of cake?

What? No! Don't encourage her-
I LIKE THE CAKE FLAVORED CAKE.
Couldn't just not poke her with the proverbial stick?

thefroggyninja asks; Colton I highly recommend Unarmed Mastery. It's boss especially since gloves and stuff count and you can make some pretty badass magical gauntlets. Or even just spikey ones. On a side note look out for Twilight Sparkle. She's gonna be important later.

Pinkie you insatiable demon of happiness how'd you get in here? You're not a party member.

Parties?!!?~
Gah, no, different thing Pinkie... and get out of here! Jeez... fucking headache inducing ball of... well, anyway... Wait... Someone was actually fucking retarded enough to name their child 'Twilight Sparkle? Fuck it, I quit. You win, life.

cyberlord4444 asks;

Dear Colton,

I have two skills that you might try.

First, maybe you can learn to teleport by entering an ID, moving within said ID, then exiting said ID. Even if you don't gain a teleportation skill, grinding ID Create and Escape is a good idea.

Second, you've learned how to control your mana bolt's movement, perhaps you could try controlling it's power/property? You could use an extra low power mana bolt as a light, and flaming mana bolts just sound plain awesome.

That does sound pretty fucking awesome... Actually... I wonder if I could shunt other people across opened and closed ID's...

The Murderous Cypher asks; Dear Colton~

What would you personally do if you learnt that there was an interdimensional being wanting to destroy you and your entire plain of existence. For shits and giggles

Curl up and cry? Not like theres much I could fucking do... For now I guess I'll focus on the more pressing matters. Like those without the 'interdimensional powers' but nonetheless still quite capable of wrecking my day. Like Pinkie.

Lunair26 asks; Colton why don't you ask pinkie to leave you alone for a while, just bullshit and say you have very important librarian duties that require no one else and silence

Well gee, ya know, that might have worked and all... but I saw your comment and he diiiidn't~

booklover41 asks;

Dear colton

As a way to improve healing magic and endurance taje a pin and repeated poke yourself. Little pain MAX GAIN! LIFE HACK!

But... I dun leik the painz...

myluna asks; Dear Colton

I was wondering when you start getting items from the ID what do you plan to do with them sell them to a merchant in balk, open up a stand and sell them one at a time, or horde them like a old lady duos to cats.

From My Luna

To be honest, I'll probably do a mix of both. If I get a piece of equipment that does me no good sitting in my inventory, I'll turn that shit into money by selling it off to the highest bidder!

Liqwidice asks: Who else thinks Colt should be getting xp in deplomacy for dealing with these crazy ponies?

Who you calling crazy?!!? Don't make me come out there and introduce you to Pinkamena!!!

Hard Cider asks;

Dear Colton,

I've notice you're slowly accumulation a plethora of GENERAL skills. Hey man, better to have and not need, then to need and not have. Think about it like this: you level up as you gain exp right? You also gain exp from leveling up skills, I think? Eh, well, if you have a skill for everything, you would well . . you could be constantly leveling up . . . All. The. Time. There's probably a skill called "Do Absolutely Nothing Productive" that would still give you exp. Or not, kind of a look-hole there.

A friendly "pony" friend & novice Stichomancy,

Hard Cider

I'll keep my eye out. If I can get a 'sit around on my butt reading' skill, You can be damned well sure I'll be leveling the fuck out of it.

Greycait asks; Dear Colton,

In my defense, I did not know about the cows at the time. *shudders* I'm about as squicked out as you are. Still, considering how good the sweet milk was, you plan to sample the other flavours?

Um. Sure. Once I get over how friggin awkward it all is.

Daniel14541 asks;

To Pinkie Pie: What was with that Dibs grab you did in your sleep?

To Colton: What do you eventually wish to become in the near future as the gamer? Given enough time you can technically specialize in literally everything but what would you first specialize in if you had a choice?

Dibs? What dibs? My dibs? Why would I dibs? Are you dibbing? Can I have your dibs? No you can't, they're my dibs. And I called dibs. Mine.
Eh... depends on if you're asking about combat or just general skills. If combat, I think... some sort of summon, so that I can place yet more meat shields between me and the enemy. As to general... I dunno, that one painter thing said 'Artist' was a title or whatever, so I guess I should look into that. While I'm not the worst ever, I can still say that I have room for improvement...

Shadow Lance asks;

a suggestion for colton, I don't know if you can hear me or anything, my world's time is much faster than your so this message might not reach you but if you do get this here is some advice for your magic. When creating a spell you should try to make it spin, it will make it fly true, add penetrative power or be able to deflect things.

And word of advice, seeing as you have read the book's from eragon, maybe you should try to store some of your magic when your not using it into crystals. who know maybe you could create some spell crystals, (a crystal that has a specific spell in it and can be cast quickly and store energy) you could evening use them to make tools and weapons. oh and you might want to create a cloak of invisibility soon, i can tell that your going to need it.

Rasengan!

gamerzeek asks; To Colton if you had the chance to back to your world would you take it?

If I was able to go back with my new powers? Hell fucking yes. No one else in my world (presumably) has powers, so I'd be pretty much untouchable if I put enough time in.

The master of the game asks; What would be your go-to weapon in a fight (having access to our world's technologies, and even the technologies in sci-fi games)?

Personally, I would go for a one-handed sword, and if shit's getting too tough, I'd get my enemies acquainted with Mini the Gatling gun...

Something that would up the damage I could do while not putting me at risk. Some sort of magically refilling hand mounted rocket launcher or something would probably be cool...

Ribbitfroggy asks;

Question for Colton:

Hey Colton, why don't you try to make a "micro-mana bolt barrage" (though it should have a better name) spell that would (at least at lvl 1) spawn 6-12 mini mana bolts that could be fired either like a shotgun, or rapid fire like a machinegun! Each individual shot would do 1/2-1/4 the damage of a normal mana bolt, but the multiple shots and high ROF would make up for it. It would be a good area effect attack and be useful for crowd control and suppressing fire. Leveling it up would increase the number of bolts (increasing the spread of shotgun mode, and the # of shots for mg mode before having to recast/reload), rate of fire (for rapid fire mode), range, and/or the crit chance. Mana cost would be 1.5-2.5x the cost of mana bolt. It would not be hard to develop as its just a small mod of mana bolt.

(P.S. This move could also be used to get back at Pinkie for all the crap she has put you through. Just aim it near her feet, close enough to scare her and make her dance, but not close enough to hit/hurt her. Since it won't hit her, isn't falling, and isn't a danger to anyone, her pinkie sense shouldn't be able to detect it!)

I still got to this before heeeeee diiiiid~

So again, leave a question for Colton, Hax... or I guess now Pinkie Pie. Doesn't look like she's going anywhere...