Princess-Level-Up

ImmortaZon was a useful site, but it was so full or products that it could get a little confusing. Right now, for instance, all Level wanted was a TV like the one Pinkie had; one that would let her see into other dimensions. But the wide array of options before her was starting to hurt her head more than she had anticipated. There were classic tube-based TVs, fancy plasma screens, crystal balls, holograms, and about a million other varieties, none of which seemed to give her exactly what she wanted. Every single solitary description she read had the same phrase: “Inter-dimensional Cable/Streaming Sold Separately”. Was she supposed to care about that? All she wanted was a TV like Pinkie’s! “Stupid Pinkie with that fancy TV,” Level grumbled. “What is it going to take to catch up with her? I supposed I could spy on worlds more directly with my magic, but I have other things to do literally every day, and I can’t wear myself out using my magic for one big thing like that. I mean, what is

Flash Sentry sat down in the library of Twilight’s castle, but it was not Twilight whom he was facing. Instead, Pinkie Pie had asked Twilight if she could borrow him for “multiverse stuff”. Twilight, who was well-versed in Pinkie’s randomness, had agreed. So, now, Flash was sitting in a chair in the library, watching as Pinkie, who had seamlessly replaced her Human counterpart as his mentor, wrote on a chalkboard. “All right, Flash, pay close attention,” Pinkie instructed him as she prepared an empty numbered list to be filled. “Rule number one of the multiverse is that anything that can be, is. This is pretty self-explanatory; if you can picture it, it really exists in a universe somewhere.” She paused to let Flash write his notes. Unfortunately, like most ponies in Equestria, the lack of opposable digits meant that he was stuck writing with his mouth. To call his mouth-writing chicken scratch would be an overstatement, but he was ninety-percent sure that he would remember the

Flash Sentry sat down in the library of Twilight’s castle, but it was not Twilight whom he was facing. Instead, Pinkie Pie had asked Twilight if she could borrow him for “multiverse stuff”. Twilight, who was well-versed in Pinkie’s randomness, had agreed. So, now, Flash was sitting in a chair in the library, watching as Pinkie, who had seamlessly replaced her Human counterpart as his mentor, wrote on a chalkboard. “All right, Flash, pay close attention,” Pinkie instructed him as she prepared an empty numbered list to be filled. “Rule number one of the multiverse is that anything that can be, is. This is pretty self-explanatory; if you can picture it, it really exists in a universe somewhere.” She paused to let Flash write his notes. Unfortunately, like most ponies in Equestria, the lack of opposable digits meant that he was stuck writing with his mouth. To call his mouth-writing chicken scratch would be an overstatement, but he was ninety-percent sure that he would remember the