
Log
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Grapejuice on
May 27th, 2013 | syntax:
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>Day log in equestria.
>Wake up, preform a triple flip out of bed.
>You do the Triple S.
>The stomach has begun rumbling.
>You walk to fluttershy's cottage, hoping to mooch some food.
>As you walk down the path the trees around you look more vivid.
>Lusciously brown with hints of gold in the bark.
>The rough bark against your skin.
>You rip some off slightly and chew it.
>Then some more...and more.
>Becoming addicted to the substance, you crave its touch and taste.
>You hurriedly chew and snake along its glorious skin.
>A lone beaver walks toward you while you rub up against the tree.
>You look at him with curiosity as it stares at the tree.
>Looking toward where he stares you find the tree was almost gone, most of the bark vanished.
>The beaver motions for you to follow you with his paw.
>While following it, you begin to see a dam.
>Glorious.
>The beaver then nudges you toward a throne.
>You sit down gently, unsure of its stability.
>Transforming into a large beaver, a wooden crown is placed on your head.
>The rest of the day and night for the rest of your life, you use beaver magic to chew trees and expand your empire.
>You mate with many beavers.
>Leading the beavers into a golden age, you use your hordes to conquer the entire lands surrounding you.
>Equestria, Gryphonia, Minos, and the badlands, all reign under you.
>You rename your wonderful empire into beavquestria.
>Beaver end.