- >Day finally cleaning out the garage in Equestria.
- >It's been years since you even attempted to clean your garage, considering it has no actual use besides storage.
- >And you haven't had much to store there so you haven't felt the need until now.
- >Picking a box off one of the top stacks in the corner of your tiny ass garage, you realize just how much shit you have in this garage.
- >Waves of nostalgia flood in as you remember the times you've had in this house.
- >As you unpack the box in a spur of the moment decision dust fills the air.
- >A knock on your door knocks you out of the reverie.
- >Luckily the front door isn't far from your garage, and you answer the door pretty quickly.
- >When you open it you're greeted by a certain cyan pony.
- >"Sup?"
- Cleaning out the garage, you wanna help me out?
- >"Yeah I do!"
- >Dash immediately pushes past you and into your house.
- >Before you know it she's already in the garage, investigating the pile of boxes and random shit.
- >"Hey, I didn't know you had this much stuff in here!"
- Yeah it's mostly old stuff that I don't really give a shit about, I was just starting on unpacking some of the stuff because there might be some cool things.
- >"I haven't been in this room before anyways, what's with the big metal door?"
- It's for a car, I told you about those didn't I?
- >"What again?"
- They're like carriages that drive themselves.
- >"Nope doesn't ring a bell, let's just crack these babies open!"
- I was planning on it.
- >You pull open the old dusty cardboard box, inside it is a bunch of shoes, ties, and old jeans with more holes in them than Omaha Beach.
- >As you pull out the jeans your old Nokia 3310 drops out of the pocket.
- No fucking way.
- >Dash comes over to investigate, wondering what the fuss is about.
- "I thought I lost this thing years ago, there is no way this thing is still charged!"
- >You pick it up and turn it on, greeted by the plain screen.
- MY GOD IT'S ALIVE!
- >She jumps back but eventually looks at you with a curious expression.
- >"What is that!"
- >As it turns on a loud beep confuses her even more.
- The nigh indestructible 3310, it does everything an old ass phone should do."
- >"That thing is a PHONE?!"
- >She looks shocked, maybe because ponies don't have mobile phones, the poor bastards.
- Yeah, it also plays games.
- >"No way."
- >You press the button until you reach the game option.
- >Immediately going towards Snake II out of long lost instinct, you show her the start up screen of the game with an animated snake.
- Here, give it a try.
- >She almost instantly drops it after trying to fiddle with it, hooves can't hold it very well.
- >It hits the ground with a thud and she looks like she just murdered your grandma or something.
- >Relief washes over her as you pick it up.
- >You give it to her and she holds it on one hoof while she pokes at it with the other hoof.
- Control the snake with the buttons and move it into the circles and stuff that appear on the screen, don't run into yourself.
- >She looks at you and then at the phone hesitantly.
- >"I dunno Anon, it doesn't seem all that fun."
- You serious? I was the fucking best at that game in school, nobody beat my high score!
- >It looks like she's changed her mind, looking at you with a shit-eating grin.
- >"Nobody, huh? Is that a challenge?"
- Damn right it is, I really doubt you'll be able to beat my high score.
- >You start unpacking the rest of the boxes, rummaging through the boxes and sorting them into different corners for what you want to keep and what to trash.
- >After about an hour of unpacking and repacking she returns to you with a
- >She manages to get a decent score of 452.
- Nice try for a beginner, scrub.
- >You grab the phone and show her your high score.
- >Her expression is almost worth unpacking most of the garage by yourself.
- Get good.
- >Shifting from shocked expression to a scrunched up face of frustration, she swipes the phone out of your hand.
- >"I'm going to beat your score, and then who'll be laughing?!"
- Fine, but when you give up you have to pay off my tab at the bar.
- >"You're on!"
- >She flies away with the phone, leaving you to finish cleaning out your garage by yourself.
- I really should have asked her to help me with this.