As you can see, the Writer's Block syndrome hit me hard, to the point where I've been almost completely inactive for more than a year. I'm trying to rectify that by doing a few stories now and then that are short and simple (mostly one-shots).

This time, I've decided to take in my inspiration that I've received from bulk-watching the videos of the comical game-themed web video series "Hey Ash, Whatcha Playin?", and the result is this story, in which the characters of Star vs. The Forces of Evil take on the same roles that the Burch family and friends have (although I have no idea on who to have be Papa Burch, since Mr. Diaz does not have the same kind of character. Naturally, Marco will portray Anthony, the calm, smart guy who's often the butt of many a joke. Thus leaving Star as the absurdly goofy and quite juvenile Ashly, although the vulgarity of her jokes will be toned down some notches, because I don't want to screw with her innocence, especially since she and Marco are 14 at this point.

As are the videos, the chapters in this story will be short and sometimes quite ridiculous.

Of course, I feel the story needs a proper introduction chapter, so here we go. You can help by requesting games for future chapters, if you feel it.

Saturdays were often the slowest day of the week for the Diaz household, especially considering the monster-based trouble that constantly caused property damage close to it. Today seemed especially slow, but at the same time, pretty calm.

Marco kept a good hold on the book on the true arts of karate, reclining quite well at home, as he kept his mind open and kept himself and the book in his hands free of distractions.

Unfortunately, the serenity was broken only a couple seconds later by a rain of flat, plastic pain falling down on 's skull, giving him a good reason to briefly enter "emergency karate" mode, as he verbally expressed his annoyance combined with pain, "Gaah, what the-?!"

Marco stayed within his defense mechanism, as he stared straight ahead at the potential danger, which only happened to be his devil-horn headband-wearing roommate and friend Star Butterfly, who, by the slightly distant look in her eyes, staring straight at him, was in need of help with something.

"Marco," she briefly began. "I just had an idea.

"Did it involve the bodily damage you just dropped on me?" Marco quipped back, visibly and mentally annoyed with what he considered pointless slapstick.

"No. You were just in the wrong place."

"What do you mean by th-"

"Marco! Listen!"

"Alright."

"...Take a look down. What do you see?"

Knowing the trust he and Star have when it came to... whatever Star wants to do, Marco looked down and took a brief but focused look at what rained down on him; what looked to be a legitimate bagful of video games of various systems. From the look of it, they were composed of current and last-generation games. Marco raised an eyebrow in amusement in how Star got all these games all at once.

"Uhhhh, where the heck did you get all these games? Looks like it's worth hundreds; where'd you get that kind of money?!" Marco asked in curiosity.

"They were worth money?" Star countered Marco's question with an even flatter and even more confused question.

"Don't tell me you stole these-"

"MARCO, LISTEN!"

"Alright! Alright, just... go ahead, tell me, what and why?"

"There's a lot of discussion going around about gamers. And Let's Players. Tell me, you've heard of Markiplier, right?"

"Uh, yeah, kinda-"

"And PewDiePie, too?"

"Well, yeah, I-"

"JackSepticEye? Achievement Hunter?

"Uhhh-"

"What about newLEGACYinc?"

"I think that's a little too adult for you-"

"But you get the point, right?"

"...As long as we stop going back and forth so much, then yes."

"Marco..." Star continued, as she scooped up the multitude of games on the floor. "We need to follow their lead. You and me, we need to be like the Burch family."

"...Who?" Marco responded with a puzzled tone in his voice.

"Don't worry, you'll be less confused by the middle of this. Get the camera, we're going for the spotlight." Star declared, solidifying the plans that, to be honest, aren't as clear to Diaz as it was to the Mewnian-born princess.

"Like we weren't already, fighting monsters?"

"Well, we aren't dealing with them for a while, so we gotta go for something instead of just waiting for beastly death to knock on our door. So let's go!" Star promptly hopped towards the living room TV, the anticipation of the best (and a little bit of the worst) to come out of gaming clear on her smile.

However, the dimension-jumping girl still felt aware that Marco did not move from where he sat, aggravating her minorly, as she cricked her head back. "Diaz, I meant now!"

Marco, briefly zoning Star out, was examining the inside cover of one of the games (a PS4 case, no less), and he looked a little confused, to be quite honest.

"Uhhh, Star? Where did you get these games?" Marco asked, really wanting questions for something involving the games that Star retrieved through such an unexplained method.

"I think it was called GameStop or something..." Star began to explain. "All I know was I was in there, and I waved my wand, and I, and pretty much all the games came back home. ...Why?"

"...You do realize that they keep the discs separate from their cases, right?" Marco responded with more clear knowledge on games than Butterfly did. To prove his point, he showed a clearly empty PS4 game case towards the princess. "You just brought the cases."

With that, the realization hit Star embarrassingly hard, with a fading "Ohhhhhhhhh..." escaping her mouth. "Uh, Marco, now if you'll excuse me, I have to... return some videotapes."

Star quickly zipped off with the various consoles worth of games carried in her arms, running out the front door. A disrupted Marco couldn't bother to say more than one more sentence to give for the time being.

"Given that Star has awareness of American Psycho, I am not looking forward to this."

Well, unlike him, I kinda am. Hopefully I don't get too occupied with school while working on this.