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The /mlp/ Equestrian Settlement- Zen the Zigger Edition

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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
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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
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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

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