Four Cannon: Journal Entry 1 - It Happened

Journal entry 1: it happened

 

I had and still have no idea what it was.

 

One night I was lurking a thread on /mlp/ about going to equestria and the next morning I woke up in the middle of nowhere, only to find out that there is also around a thousands of confused ponies around me. Faces came and gone by, painted with the same look of horror and disbelief all across them. As I finally tried to ask someone what was going on the truth hit me like a racing bus; I wasn't myself anymore. I was a pony.

 

A mare nontheless,

 

Next thing I know is that we're on our way to establish ourselves in some wilderness under the personal order of princess Celestia herself. She must have tought that letting a bunch of unqualified ponies that can barely walk around might cause a tandrum from radicals.

While the whole process was really quick , it still took several days before my group was allowed to "migrate" toward this place. Everybo-, I mean pony, that were found on that field who spoke to me said the same thing; they were all humans on /mlp/ that night.

While traveling I spied ponies around me. Some were thrilled, others were completely ravaged and crying out for their families. Some even killed themselves, trying to get out the "dream".

A dream doesnt make you eat dirt each time you try to stand up and walk.

I myself couldn't stop thinking about whats going to happen with my life. I am- was* just a regular 21 yrs old guy who spent too much time at college. And what happen after the first year of succes? Ponyfication.

 

I'm not implying that is a bad thing, tho. Ever since I watched that show I was curious about the lives those colorfull horses. Now that I'm "living the dream" I find it a bit less magical than I expected it to.

On the bright side, I've got an amazing mare plot.

On the dark side, it got old real quickly.

 

Even my colors arent that bad. My mane is something of a vivid peach that somehow fit well with my greyed out yellow-ish coat. I’ve seen some with horrid saturated colors like black coat/red mane. I don’t know what they think about it but I consider myself lucky not to look like actual shit. The only thing I have to care about is to bathe at times, to raise the tail before crapping and to keep that mane short.

 

Anyway, I’’m only a few hours away from destination. During both the train and boat ride our group got “enriched” with the roles of different races of ponies by that arrogant unicorn. Apparently, while both unicorns and pegasi would need several months to be able to use their abilities, earth ponies are more instinct driven and should have more immediate results. One stallion asked about what earth ponies actually do, which got answered by “instilling the power of life into the earth”.

Frankly, I would rather be able to instill the power of motion into my legs without smashing headfirst into everything.

 

Quick note on forelegs; hooves are actually very able to hold stuff withing their  wrists. It’s a bit awkward of using but without that I wouldn’t be able to write down this very journal. Its nowhere near actual fingers but its passable. I really miss fingers.

 

Anyway, there is still a bt to travel so I’m going to catch some rest before reaching “Four Cannon” as the first ones called it. Its been quite a change and if I ever want to live long enough to see myself get out of here or accept it I’m going to invest myself in this project.

 

You very yours, -anon