>>42748531
>Be Anon in horseland
>It's a beautiful afternoon in Equestria.
>Beams on sunlight bounce through the clouds and bath the autumn leaves in a warm glow.
>The gentle breeze makes quick work of dispersing the local dandelions.
>However your tranquility is interrupted when a puff of smoke and green flame abruptly flash before you to reveal a single scroll of parchment.
>It's contents are bare, save for one hastily written request: "Urgent summons to Canterlot castle"
"A summons from the princess?"
>Once read the message vanishes just as quickly as it had appeared.
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>You arrive to the deserted castle.
>You take note that despite being nightmare night the passages of the castle are left vacant as if everypony had fled in a rush.
>Some of the decorations are still packed away in their boxes.
>You take note of rising silence as you slowly press forward.
>The candles lining the edge of hall have almost gone out.
>Your left with a dim line of flicker light to trek across.
>Your steps have aligned with your heartbeat.
>The rhythmic tapping echos throughout the hall.
>As you begin to press your heel against marble floor a razor sharp shriek pierces you ears.
>You pause as your 'fight or flight' instincts kick in.
>Behind you the candles have died, paving the way in darkness
>With little choice you fling yourself forward in a rush, bravado oozing through your veins.
>A gold plated double door defiantly blocks the end of the hall
>You're prepared to piss yourself as you extend your arm towards the doorknob.
>Somepony help me!" a voice pleads from behind the door.
>You recognize it as the princess'
>You almost piss yourself, but you already went earlier today, so just a few drops escape the tip.
>Without much left to lose you swiftly fling open the door.
>Your gaze meets princess Celestia.
>Her body is hunched over, and her face is buried in her hooves.
>Upon further inspection you see that her cheeks are a ruby red.
"Excuse me, princess?"
>A wave of hope washes over her face.
>"Anon!, you made it."
"What seems to be the issue your majesty?"
>The princess steps aside to reveal an IBM PS/1 Series computer
>"The box said 'we make it happen', but nothing's happening"
>"Please Anon, you have to help me. You're my last resort, none of my guards are willing anymore."
Such is life in horseland
