I trotted through the crowded streets of town, constantly bumping into everypony and tripping over rocks and other ponies' hooves. I broke through the crowd, making it to a fairly open part of town. I noticed this pink blur racing at me, and I wondered what it was. Then it hit me. No seriously, it was some pink chick and she barreled into me.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeello!" She yelled in a loud, upbeat tone. "And welcome to PonyVille!" The pink pony giggled.

"I've lived here for 7 years..." I pushed her off of me and stood up. "I'm not new around here..."

"Oh well! This is the first time I've seen you around here, so you're fair game for a WELCOME PARTY!" She blasted, ruining my hearing for about an eternity and then some.

"Keep it down!" I yelled, grabbing her shoulders and keeping her still. And then I started flailing WITH her bouncing. When she finally stopped, I shook off my dizziness and glared at her. "Who are you anyways?"

"I'm Pinkie Pie! But I can't say anymore than that! I have to set up the party!" And with that she pretty much TELEPORTED into a bakery, leaving me dumbfounded and sitting with my mouth agape. I shook it off and took flight, bursting to Kill Switch's house and pretty much welcoming myself in.

"No! Not come in yet! Get to the choppa!" He yelled in the weirdest voice I've ever hear. "Stinequeen!" He yelled. I trotted into his living room to see him playing Call of Warfare on the pBox720. "You are the queen of stiney penis!" At his remark, I could hear the unbearable blare of adolescent laughs from his headphones.

"What are you doing...?" I slowly trotted to the couch where he sat slouched over covered in potato chip dust and spaghetti sauce.

He looked over at me, taking off his headphones and sitting them on the table along with his controller. "Oh, hey. I was just yelling at some chick over pBox Live. Same old, same old. And I caught onto the Arnold Schwarzenegger voice, so I don't really need help anymore." He said, standing up and causing a cloud of salty dust rise into the air.

I looked down at his headphones, which seemed new. They were polished and looked new, not like his normal, torn, broken headphones. "Are those new?" I grabbed them, giving them a proper inspection.

"Put it down!" He grabbed them and put it on, giving a large smile like a headphone model or something. "Like the new Tortoise Bitches?"

"It's Tortoise BEACHES. Now come on. Hand me a goddamn controller and we'll play something." I tossed him his controller he had sat down and grabbed a plain black one from a box near his couch.

Alright, sorry for the short chapter. I'll make up for it, at least I HOPE I will. Not exactly any guarantees. I'm actually a very new writer. A noob to this world.

MORE CHOICE TIME.

Choice A: They play Skate 3 and exploit its bugs and glitches.

Choice B: They play Equestrian National Hoofball 2014 and make their players do contortionist shit.

Choice C: They get a life.

Let me end it with a humble "Shrek is love; Shrek is life"...