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Original author is Anonymous
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>60 years from now
>Your lying in your bed, in hospital
>your over 80 now
>where did all the time go?
>you reminisce of times gone by
>your wife died some time ago, you always thought you'd be the first to go, after all, I squandered my teen years doing nothing but sitting in front of your computer.
>one game stands firmly in your head, a testament to a forgotten age, team fortress 2
>a small smile comes to your face, thinking about how long you played that game for, the hours wasted, literally thousands tossing around virtual hats
>it all seems so silly now, but back then that was your life
>you try to remember the theme tune, but struggle with it
>Heck, you find it hard to even remember your name now
>you close your eyes, still thinking about your life, all the friends you've seen come and go, people you've loved, left without a trace, except from within you
>all of a sudden, you feel unable to lie in their in bed, you sit up and call a nurse
>she sternly asks "what is it"
>you never liked the nurses here, they were all rude and un-couth
>you pause for a second,
>un-couth?
>why did that phrase seem so familiar?
>you regain focus and address the nurse

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>"I want to use the phone"
>in your old age, you've lost the politeness that your mother raised you with, you felt sick of this world, it never got any easier
>everyone had lied to you
>she goes leaves and brings in something you barely recognise
>"here" she says and hands the device to you
>you look un-approvingly at it and say "no, I want to use the old one on the second floor"
>the nurse sighs and brings over the wheelchair from across the room
>you once again look down at the wheel chair
>sadness feels your ancient bones, as you realise it's been a couple years since you've merely walked, let alone done anything physical
>you ask the nurse to get you your walking stick, a fine piece of carpentry, adorned with the brass head of a bird, it was your grandfathers, and probably the oldest thing in the entire building
>you look at it for a while, looking at it in quite solace, you suddenly appreciate the beauty of it, and again something makes you feel a strange sense of nostalgia
>'its simply fabulous darling'
>said in the voice of a familiar woman

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>you realise the voice was just in your head
>sometimes it was difficult to tell the voices apart
>she looks disapprovingly at you, saying "no, the phones to far away"
>she tries to life you up to the wheel chair
>"I need to do this"
>you look at the nurse, and you see a sadness come across her usually un-moving, emotionless eyes"
>"just this once" she whispers
>you link one arm with the nurse, and use the cane in the other hand, and slowly and painfully make your way out of the room
>she leads you towards some sort of levitation system to move between floors
>you ask if you can take the old elevator
>reluctantly, the nurse agrees, seemingly regretting her decision
>the elevator doors open to expose a dust carpeted floor, with old forgotten footprints in it
>one of the bulbs have gone, and another one was flickering
>the nurse looks at it and says "oh no no no, this simply won't do at all"
>you look at her blankly for a second, once again, the feeling of nostalgia crept up and grabbed you.
>she looks at you again with the same sadness in her eyes, and says "let's go"
>all of these emotions, and the nurse being nice
>today sure felt like a rarity

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>you eventually make it to the phone, and call the one person you have left
>your daughter
>She picks up the phone and hastily says "hello, I'm sorry I can't talk-"
>you cut her off with a small, tired "hello dear"
>she was a big business worker, she had the same intelligence as you, but she wasn't an under-achiever
>silence
>five seconds later, you heard a small, tearful voice reply "dad? Is that you"
>you hadn't spoken for about 4 years, but you felt no grievances towards her
>"yes, it's me"
>another pause, you hear her shouting for people to leave her alone
>"what is it dad?" She said affectionately
>"I need you to do something, to get something"
>after you had been put into care, you had all your things put away in storage
>"sure" she said "what is it"
>"there's a box that says 'game setup' could you get that and bring it to me?"
>"of course I can, I'll be on over tomorrow to get it to you, but I got to go now..... "
>she paused
>" i love you dad"

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>you sleep tonight with troubling dreams
>it's been so long since you've thought about any of this
>why do I suddenly remember
>and then you realise
>when you where young, you were alone
>up until you were 25, you had nobody
>you lived alone, and suffered alone
>and now you felt more alone than ever

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>tomorrow came, and you lay up in bed all day, exited for your daughter to arrive
>it has been a long time since you've felt anything
>You've brushed your hair, and put on a shirt that you haven't worn for years
>you sit up in your bed, waiting for your daughter
>she doesn't come...
>you don't know what's worse, the fact that your daughter doesn't care, or the fact she just doesn't remember
>you feel tears coming to your eyes as announcer system rings out "visiting hours are over"
>a defeating sadness envelops your heart, you put your hospital gown back on, and retreat to the solitude of your room

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>3 days go by, or atleast, that's what you think has passed
>you see a familiar face at your door, carrying an old dusty box
>although you're still angry at her, you don't say anything, you're to old to care anymore
>she looks at you, with a look of regret and sadness
>"hello dad" she whimpers in a shaky voice
>"hello dear" you weakly reply
>"I'm so sorry I didn't come, the worst possible thing happened"
>"never mind, in my old age I hardly even recognise time anymore"
>that was a lie, you appreciated the time you had left more than anything
>"I got the box"
>you felt sudden excitement, you check the box, wiping the dust of the top
>your old laptop, charger, and an assortment of games.
>amongst them was team fortress
>you don't know why, but that game had become a symbol of youth for you, that if some how when I played the game, I'd be back to a happier time.
>"What's that?" Your daughter asked
>you laugh to yourself
>times sure had changed
"It's a laptop, it's a really old computer, and a lot bigger than the ones these days, but I spent the worst and best years of my life on this thing"
>she looked confused, so you decided to show her
>you plug in the power cord, and here the cooling fan sluggishly start up
>you heard the windows start up theme, feeling like you had suddenly gone back in time
>the desktop was odd, it was a night sky with a strange White Castle on a mountainside, you dismissed it, as you don't recognise it
>You ask your daughter to get the wifi code for the Internet
>"the what?"
>"oh, never mind
>you open the Internet centre on the toolbar, and find a faint signal coming from somewhere
>You connect, surprised that it still works
>as soon as you connect, steam begins to load

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>steam loads, there are no more games for sale, the front page was bare
>You click on your library, and find team fortress, loading it up
>the familiar valve logo appears, and the tf2 loading screen comes up
>you hear the theme and suddenly begin to cry
>Your daughter looks at you, not sure what to do
>"don't worry, don't worry dear, it's all just a bit to much for me, this right here was my entire life at one point"
>you suddenly fall into a deepest routine, you check your backpack, look at your classes, and then search for a server,although there were none to be found
>involuntarily, you check your steam friends list
>....
>ponies

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>you see the names of the mane-six, pictures, and OC's with sudden vivid memories flooding back
>you see one pony that sticks out more than the rest
>rarity
>you feel your chest becoming tighter, a sudden wave of emotion coming across your frail body
>"I need...."
>"I need to be alone for a while"
>your daughter looks skeptical, but agrees, you tell her to go on home, and thank her a lot for the box"
>she leaves, and leaves you with the ponies
>you close steam and try to find a web browser
>"fucking Internet explorer" you mumble to yourself, as all of your other browsers have long since closed their servers.
>you type in my little pony, still not exactly believing what is happening
>no youtube results come up, and you search for it yourself
>apparently they went under over 40 years ago
>You resort to using other websites you don't usually use
>My little pony, friendship is magic part 1
>the story begins to play, celestia's soothing voice tells you a very familiar story
>the theme begins to burst out loudly from your laptop, and you jump to pause the video, hoping no one had heard
>you laugh out loud to yourself, suddenly remembering the phrase "spaghetti"
>all of the silly memes comeback, I want to come inside rainbow dash, >aside from generals all of the stupid shit
>you rummage through your box, finding a pair of old headphones
>one side didn't work, but you didn't care, you were deaf in one ear anyway
>the theme continues, and you suddenly find yourself singing along

"I used to wonder what friendship could be..."
"Until you all shared its magic with me..."
"Big adventures"
"tons of fun"
"A beautiful heart"
'faithful and strong"
"Sharing kindness"
"It's an easy feat"
"And magic makes it all complete"
"You have my little ponies"
"Do you know you're all my very best friends?"
...
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fuck me we fucked up the song, continuing with feels
>you kept watching the episodes, until season 1 was over, and you had been up all night
>but you didn't feel tired, you felt more alive than you've felt in years, and decided to keep going, watching season two, three four and five, then you were finished
>all the episodes, you had been awake for over 24 hours, and your old body was hurting
>you had felt bad for years, but this felt especially bad
> you felt unable to type, but there was one last thing you needed to do
>you typed in /mlp/ one last time
>it's dead
>not a single post
>you still had a bounty of reaction faces saved on the laptop
>you type "rarity is best pony"
>And underneath a spoiler you type one let thing
>see you all in equestria boys
>You play the song
>one
>last
>time
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