Journal: Week 1

Day 1:

It's always when life is on the upswing that shit like this happens.

I had finally saved up enough cash to go through with my plans. I'd bought a house, paid my tuition, and was finally going to university. I'd gone to sleep for the first time in ages feeling good about myself.

And then I woke up a horse. In a society run by horses.

It's fucking surreal, one second I'm an aspiring archeologist with my best years ahead of me, and in a blink it's all ripped away. My house, my years of work experience, my tuition, and everyone I ever knew. Gone.

Oh, and my cock too. Yep, I'm a gray, female unicorn. As if people didn't call my heterosexuality into question enough.

As if any of that weren't enough to make me blow a fucking gasket, this society of hoofbeasts doesn't want me or any of the countless folks torn away from their old lives, and intends to ship us all off to the remote wilderness.

Oh great, the powers that be see a bunch of lost, confused-as-all-unholy-fuck, displaced people who can barely control these new bodies, and their first idea is "fuck it, throw them in the woods"?

Good call, queen of the hoofbeasts.

 

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Day 2:

We're being loaded loaded onto a train today, headed to what will likely be our final destination. This must be how Jews felt on the way to the concentration camps.

Upon boarding the train, a hoofbeast approached me and asked my name for a census he was doing. I quickly made up the name "Rune" and grabbed a seat.

 

Day 2, Entry 2:

On the train now, wishing I had my zune to tune out the incessant babble of my fellows in exile. With no melodic guitar to tune the babble, there is nothing to do but eavesdrop.

This proved useful, not only for keeping boredom at bay, but gleaning me some information I find quite interesting.

It seems that the one thing that links together this crowd of seemingly random ex-people is that they have all, at one time, posted on 4chan's premier spaghettifest, /mlp/.

Not all of them are ani/mlp/huckers, some of them are just trolls and shitposters, and a few may even be spambots.

I can see why the horse queen sent them all to their almost certain deaths.

 

Day 2, Entry 3:

Still on the train, and a most interesting question has surfaced in my mind.

How the fuck did we get here?

At first I assumed it was the doing of the horse queen Sunbutt, but if that were the case I'm quite sure she wouldn't have brought us here only to exile us.

I'm going to assume that this was the doing of someone aboard this very train, probably the one most overjoyed to be here.

I'll kill them, when I find out who they are.

 

Day 2, Entry 4:

We've arrived at My Little Auschwitz (which I will continue to call this deathtrap, even if I was heavily outvoted in the naming)

It is a fucking shithole. A couple of busted up buildings and a broken drawbridge.

I was given a tent, and I plan to set up camp a good distance away from this spaghetti carnival some are calling a "town".

 

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Day 3:

Many of my fellow outcasts have taken to improving the local infrastructure. The amassed mongo horde, with its limited knowledge of construction, is attempting to build sufficient shelter for its huddled masses. Are tents not good enough for you?

One of these builders stands out to me as awfully happy for someone who was dragged away from everything they knew just a scant 4 days ago. Her name is "Flippant Insurance", which I've learned from the condescending motto of her build team. She acts as if being torn away from her old life is of no concern.

Almost as if she wanted this. I'll have to watch this one.

A stray exile has asked if I planned on helping, or would just keep watching like a slack-jawed idiot. I gladly accepted his second option. He walked off fuming, while I laughed inside.

He did raise a valid point however, idle hands are the devil's playthings. I should do something constructive.

 

Day 3, Entry 2:

With nothing better to do, I have  decided to practice my telekinesis, also known as "THE ONLY FUCKING SILVER LINING IN THIS FUCKED UP MESS THAT IS NOW MY LIFE".

Yes, the unicorns in Horseland can move shit with their fucking minds, ergo I CAN MOVE SHIT WITH MY FUCKING MIND!

Oh, I bet you're thinking "whoopdeefucking-doo, you can lift shit, hands could do that too", you are only thinking that because you think too small. You really have no idea what applications remote manipulation could have, if used correctly.

Seriously, let's do some fucking hypothetical thinking here. Whereas a small-minded pleb like yourself would, in combat, probably use telekinesis to throw objects at your assailant, I would be a tad more... creative. I would use said telekinesis to boil my assailant's brain inside of their skull.

You're probably thinking right now "Hurrdurr, dats pyrokinesis, dummy", but that is because you are ignorant of what makes heat in the first place. Motion. Vibrate the molecules fast enough, and you get heat. Get enough heat and shit burns.

And that's only the tip of the iceberg for the applications of remote manipulation, now to practice moving this twig...

 

Day 3, Entry 3:

Well, that seems like a waste of time. The intense amount of focus it takes to lift a fucking twig makes any of the really fun applications of this mindfreak bullshit seem eons ahead of me. Hell, it took me almost an hour to make that fucking thing twitch!

I am a long way away from boiling brains inside of skulls.

 

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Day 4:

My fears have been validated, as I have just heard that we have already lost some of our numbers. Their names were Map Maker and Schett Poschter, and they died today.

If the Solar Tyrant did not send us up here to die, why did these two die so soon? Why did she not leave us some protection as we established ourselves in this world?

This isn't a colony, it's a prison camp.

 

People are still building, and I continue with my practice. I can now mentally pick up this twig, and hold it in the air for about a minute. However, too much movement, or a stiff enough breeze, and I lose my tenuous grip.

Maybe I should make a game out of this. I once read that children find it easier to learn through games, and maybe the same applies to anyone.

 

Day 4, Entry 2:

I have devised a game to assist in my learning. I call it "throw the pebble at the builders". The rules are quite simple: using only telekinesis, you must obtain a pebble from the ground, and attempt to fling it at one of the working exiles.

Considering that I canbarely move these pebbles, I'm not much good at this game. Oh well, practice makes perfect.

 

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Day 5:

So my fellow exiles have decided to take a try at playin fonding fathers today. A "Bill Of Rights" has been established today, and it's adorable. It lead to a source of  great debate between the marinara-soaked masses, epsecially when the subject turned to prostitution.

MORTAL KOMBAT!

WHITE KNIGHTS VERSUS THE WHOREMONGER HORDE!

BEGIN!

 

Day 5, Entry 2:

And so, this day in history was a victory for the white knights. One such moral crusader, an exile named "Broken", seemed almost pleased to throw away his ties to humanity in the name of a fresh start.

He is now a suspect.

 

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Day 7:

Some exiles (yes, even after a week here I refuse to call them ponies! These were fucking people once, and I'll be damned if I lose grip on that fact like the rest seem to have done!) decided to take an expedition into the caves under the settlement. Broken is among them, and though I feel I should keep watch on him, I abstain from their subterrainian adventure.

I'll have to wait and see how this turns out.