Napsack 
[_*Imagine, if you will, an intense and action-packed soundtrack. An orchestra does their damnedest to give life to a lifeless series of images and succeeds beyond their wildest dreams, the addition of every instrument and increase in tempo creating a perfect tempest of drama and suspense.
And in from the blackness of the **'This summer...'** text from before it fades a scene of these two in a disusedanvoid lof argely empty parking lot. They look around at the empty space, one casually disinterested while the other seems more frantic by the second. The frantic one, revealed as a green filly by a stylish cut to close-in as the camera passes behind a nearby lamp post, suddenly pauses with eyes wide open and the reality of her situation suddenly dawns on her.
Her eyes narrow as she says "I don't think the weed dealer's coming," her voice attempting something low and gravelly but coming out too high-pitched and awkwardly squeaky instead.
The casual one, revealed as a white-coated alicorn wearing sunglasses at night by a slow pan to the side as the green filly makes what she thinks passes for a dramatic expression at the camera, taking in a puff of smoke from her cigarette as she readies her reply. "Wh-" she begins, before immediately breaking down into a hacking cough as her fag flies back into her mouth and catches in her throat.
Thoroughly embarrassed at having to the film the antics of these idiots, the camera sags towards the ground as the stallion behind it simply up and walks away. Only when the green filly runs off screen begging for the crew to come back does the trailer cut to the actual title card. It displays a crudely-written name and date of release as well as a location that just seems to be a home address, seemingly written in crayon. There is also a 'cool S' with sunglasses on it in the corner, with no obvious reason as to why.
As you contemplate why you even bothered to go out to your local theater today you hear a scuffle above and behind you. Looking back you're just in time to see a pair of fillies, one white and one green, come tumbling out of the projection booth and into the back row of seats in a ball of undignified screams and feathers. They quickly cheese it out the door, but not before yelling a large number of inventive insults at the projectionist and telling the audience around them to go see their movie.
Oddly enough, that trailer seems more interesting than anything else you've seen in the past ten years. You might just take them up on their offer._]*
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Glare Mare
And in from the blackness of the **'This summer...'** text from before it fades a scene of these two in a disused
Her eyes narrow as she says "I don't think the weed dealer's coming," her voice attempting something low and gravelly but coming out too high-pitched and awkwardly squeaky instead.
The casual one, revealed as a white-coated alicorn wearing sunglasses at night by a slow pan to the side as the green filly makes what she thinks passes for a dramatic expression at the camera, taking in a puff of smoke from her cigarette as she readies her reply. "Wh-" she begins, before immediately breaking down into a hacking cough as her fag flies back into her mouth and catches in her throat.
Thoroughly embarrassed at having to the film the antics of these idiots, the camera sags towards the ground as the stallion behind it simply up and walks away. Only when the green filly runs off screen begging for the crew to come back does the trailer cut to the actual title card. It displays a crudely-written name and date of release as well as a location that just seems to be a home address, seemingly written in crayon. There is also a 'cool S' with sunglasses on it in the corner, with no obvious reason as to why.
As you contemplate why you even bothered to go out to your local theater today you hear a scuffle above and behind you. Looking back you're just in time to see a pair of fillies, one white and one green, come tumbling out of the projection booth and into the back row of seats in a ball of undignified screams and feathers. They quickly cheese it out the door, but not before yelling a large number of inventive insults at the projectionist and telling the audience around them to go see their movie.
Oddly enough, that trailer seems more interesting than anything else you've seen in the past ten years. You might just take them up on their offer.