Title: The /mlp/ Equestrian Settlement- Zen the Zigger Edition Author: Rat_Chieftain Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/PdLsudmg First Edit: Tuesday 18th of June 2013 02:45:15 PM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 18th of June 2013 02:45:15 PM CDT Character: Zen http://puu.sh/3iJn5.jpg Occupation: Medic Other Skills: Knowledge of plants (Mostly tropical though), animals, farming, art.   Day 1   >It had been a regular morning, making fun of minors and their disgusting cultures. Mostly Asians, fuck those guys. >Classes came next, was only reminiscing my days working in the operating room, making fun of people that were passed out. It was a new day at a new school; Things were finally going to change for me. >A person of the opposite gender asked me where I lived and said they lived close by and that maybe we could chill out and go home together some days. >Of course it started raining and I walked home alone, loathing the filthy scenery of this disgusting country full of brown people. >The rest of my day picked up then, I had fucked around on 4chan and went to bed. >Waking up, I expected to repeat the day. However, something was terribly wrong. It was as if my senses had completely turned over and was raped by new and foreign data.   > First thing I noticed when I gained consciousness, was that I wasn’t hearing the soft subtle sound of my blowing fan. Instead, I heard talking, and screaming. >Second, within a fraction of a second, I had realized that my sense of smell was heightened to a considerable degree. >And I smelled animal. >A lot of animal. >Of course, my initial reaction was to bolt up.  However, to my surprise I fell over when I tried to stand. >I fell over on a pair of hooves… >My entire nervous system felt in a complete state of disarray and I fell over again, this time on my face. >Only instead of a face, it was a snout. >Now I was really starting to get pissed. >roving my eyes around the room, I tried to pick up my surroundings but it seemed as  though I couldn’t focus on any particular thing, and my vision was much wider. >I wanted to run and hide to find out what was going on until I felt a hoof on my shoulder. >Some faggot told me to relax and explained the whole situation to me. >I sat down slowly and listened intently.   “It happened, everyone who ever posted on /mlp/ is now in Equestria and is a pony, The Royals have been informed and are willing to let us stay, however our numbers require us to make a new settlement on a frontier area to live in.”   >Celestia is also making us write friendship reports to see our progress as a community. >It’s as if she’s mocking us. >”So they are putting us in a concentration camp like Jews? What the fuck is this?” I inquired, feeling my anger build up again. “Why don’t they find a way to send us back? Or at least turn us back into humans? This feels so fucked up.” >He reassured me that they had tried. >Our cultures are just too different. >Right now they were going to board a train and take us as close as they could to this new found land. >We would hoof it from there, literally. >Gaining my bearings, I followed quietly. >Learning to walk as a quadruped is a lot easier than one would think. >Just feels awkward, is all. >One Anon had already drawn up some city plans, sure it looked messy but having to draw with your mouth, I have to admit, it wasn’t that bad.   https://docs.google.com/document/d/1v_ceTUFULvLuvMCOFBq17OsLQwdr3tv9NentG1f57po   >It was about a day’s trip to our new home. >I sat alone for some time, gazing in awe at the bright and colorful scenery. >However I was forced to talk with the others. >We actually organized things quite well on the way, aside from the fact that some faggot asked me if I was a nigger as a human. >I told him to eat a bag of dicks. >I was to be a medic. >I wrote down several NCP’s so that I could start planning for the overall health of the community. >We would also need a mayor, to keep charge of the overall demographic, but that would be done in due time because apparently, some of us horse fuckers were still dropping in at random times. >Maybe we would get our revenge in due time, we have the technology. >Or will have, anyways. >Maybe I’ll be forced to make friends this time around, who knows?   “Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned that I hate being a minority and fuck you. Fuck you so hard.”   End of log   ----   Day 2   >I ended up getting no rest on that train, having an imminent fear of being useless to others. >I was also absorbed in thought. >Will Celestia lend us basic told for survival, like seeds for crops, rations, books? >What diseases will we have to look out for? >Are we immunocompromised due to being aliens to a foreign land with no vaccinations? >What do we eat? >Food… >I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the thought popped into my head. >I know horses can live as omnivores, having read several cases of horses eating predators that they kick to death, but with these new bodies how will we go about hunting? >Finally exiting the train, I saw that a few other ponies had already settled in a makeshift shelter. >Of course we’re not the first ones to arrive.   >I went it alone, past the shelter to the far eastern part of the town and just drank water to ease the pain in my stomach. >I needed to stretch my new legs anyways. >I then stopped for a moment, scanning my surroundings. >Grass everywhere. >Should I try some? >… >No, I will stick to an omnivore diet. >Upon heading back to the shelter, I eves drop on others making plans for the city, others making plans for sports and the like. >It seems all that worry was for naught. >I crawled into a corner in a plan to sleep the rest of the afternoon.   >I awoke abruptly to the sound of a pony trotting on over to me >Never was a heavy sleeper. >Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I caught a quick glance at the pony before yawning. >To my surprise it was not a pony at all, but another Zebra. >Upon a much more thorough inspection, he seemed to have the appearance of a pimp. >Of course, I asked him as such and he just giggled, openheartedly. >”Haha. No, I’m not a pimp. I’m a local alchemist,” he answered, chucking. >I then realized one other pony was staring at the two of us. >”Need something?” I inquired. >”Well aren’t you two going to have a battle of rhymes or something?” he said, as if waiting intently for something spectacular to happen. >We of course told him to fuck off. >We then talked for a while, it seems he was actually someone I knew from AiE . >We would probably be bunking together. >I told him I was going to be a medic and we would most likely work together as well. >Speaking of work, I don’t really know what to do at this point in time. >”I have to go now, maybe we can talk some more later,” I said.   >Standing up — which mind you was still quite awkward—I started for the door. >However, I stumbled across two ponies. >I listened in to their conversation. >I believe their names are Strong Metal and Rain Drop. >They asked me for my name, which put me at a loss. >I haven’t thought of a pony name. >”Zen will do for now.” I answered. >We walked towards the bridge, and carefully tread across, since it was still being built by construction ponies. >”Hey Zen, do you mind helping me out here? My wings can’t get a good enough grip on this harness.” Rain Drop asked. >I did so, and put one on as well. >It was quite awkward, wearing a harness built for much smaller equines, but it could have been worse. >As I worked, I noticed the hunger was starting to bother me again. >One of the ponies told me that there is a rumor going around that some ponies are eating the dead which were killed by Celestia. >That thought horrified me. >Not the fact that we are resulting to cannibalism, but the fact that Celestia dared attack us. >Just what would she do next? >Working for hours, I decided it was probably time for me to head back. >My new legs are quite sore, but it was a good kind of pain. >A pain that made me feel more alive than ever.   “Dear Princess Celestia, ur a faget.”   End of log   ----   Day 3   >Kill self.