"Another one bites the dust." I said smiling as I shot another Marauder right in the head. Borderlands always was one of my favourite game series and even though I wasn't the best gamer in the world, I was still pretty good at it...

Of course, I missed almost every shot at close range, sucked horribly at sniping and died hundreds of times due to enemies moving away from me, I completed the missions every time and was extremely good at reading maps. Every time me and my housemate Chris played together, I always lead the way when we were driving.

I turned off my PS3, grabbed my ipad and walked outside. The weather was nice, surprisingly. Where i live, it always was either raining or really friggin cold. "Welcome to Holland." I said to myself. " Germany's bitch that nobody gives a damn about." I turned around and looked at the house of me and my housemate. The house where i lived for the past 13 years, and kept for myself after my parents moved away with my two younger brothers 1 year ago.
A month later, Chris came living with me. We knew eachother from middle school and were best freinds since. He already finished school and worked as a security guard in a local shopping mall. Benefit of having a housemate, he can make a living when you're unemployed. I had earned some money by working as a rap battler in a club downtown, but other than that, pretty much all I do is play Borderlands and write MLP fanfics.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am a brony.

When I told Chris, he was a little skeptical at first, but with a little persuasiveness and a lot of duct tape he started to like MLP too. He writes with me as my beta reader and is my co-host on my youtube channel called MCbronygames (does not exist IRL).

I broke my chain of thoughts and walked to a clearing in a forest nearby my house. Actually, it's not much of a clearing, but more of a field on the edge of a forest behind a house. I usually came here to write down ideas for fanfics. I sat down and turned on my ipad. A picture of a smiling, neon Pinkie greeted me. I typed in my password and the screen changed to a picture of zer0, the assasin from Borderlands 2. I opened notes (one of those apps that comes standard with every ipad) and began jolting down ideas.

I sat there writing for around half an hour when suddenly a bright white flash appeared in front of me. "HOLY SHIT!" I fell backwards, got up and ran away. I didn't came far, for it was only a few steps away when I heard the sound of someone moaning. "What the-" I turned around and walked to the source.

"Alright," I said to myself. "Don't make a sou-" I was about to finish my sentece when a Stinging Nettle, well, stung me in the leg. "OUCH! FUuuuu-"
My scream of pain quickly turned into disbelief.

There, in a spot without Nettles, a girl was laying on the ground.

And you know what to do in situations like that... Panic!

"Oh, shit, shit, shit, leeft ze nog!" ("Oh, shit, shit, shit, is she still alive!") I exclaimed in my mother language. For some strange reason, the girl didn't hear me, I guess she was K.O. that hard. "All right, I need to get her home." I picked her up, and for a girl my age, she was surprisingly light-weighted.

Scratch that, either I'm just weak or she was f cking heavy!

Getting her home was a pain in the ss. I placed her on the couch and got my cell phone (which I almost never use) out of my pocket, calling the only person I trusted in situations like this.

"Chris Mathers"

"Chris, met mij, Kom effe ik moet je wat laten zien!" ("Chris, it's me, come here for a sec, i gotta show you something!")

"Gast, ik ben aan het werk, ik kan niet zomaar weggaan!" ("Dude, I'm working, I can't just leave!")

"Kom op, het is belangrijk." ("Come on it's important.")

"O.K. ik kom, Ik ben over 20 minuten bij je." ("All right, I'm coming, I'll be with you in 20 minutes.")

"Goed ("Good"), oh, and by the way, English pleaes, ohterwhise the readers can't understand it!"

"Fine, break the fourth wall, will you, later man"

I put my cell phone away and took a good look at the girl, who was still unconscious on the couch. There were a few things that bothered me.

First of all, (and I REALLY didn't mind about that) was the fact that she was bare naked. I was no expert on womens figures, but she looked pretty athletic and by feeling her arm, i concluded that she was pretty strong as well.

She also had a tatoo of some sort in the shape of a lightning bolt on her hip, which reminded me of something but I coudn't put my finger on it, literally and figuratively (that's a word now) speaking.

But the weirdest, most remarkable thing about her was her hair, which was painted in all coulors of the rainbow.

"I've never seen anything like this before, who are you? Where do you come from? And most importantly, why does it feel like I know you from somwhere?" I asked myself. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door.

"All right, Marshall, I'm home, what do you want me to see?"