Stardate

Star date: 000853

 

>P.O.N.Y. requested that I write my diary entries like this now

>She says it conserves energy somehow

>We've finally entered Termanus 9

>I have been in this ship, Ló közösülés, for at least 4 months now

>My crew grows restless, but we should be fine once we get to our destination

 

Star date: 000854

>One of my crew members, Jeffery, a chef, cracked today

>Threw a good supply of our rations out the airlock

>We subdood him, and I ordered him to be taken to the psyche ward, but com had somehow malfunctioned.

>They threw him out the airlock

>P.O.N.Y. says I should calm down, let her take control of the ship for the day and rest up. I don't know if I can fully trust her, but it might be necessary if this stress keeps building up.

 

>We were attacked today

>A small rebel scouter

>Our cammo malfunctioned, our weapons were shot out, and we lost function of an engine

>It was an embarrassment

>The crew's obviously upset, I think they blame me

>I've decided to take a brake in the private lounge, maybe play some video games and watch cartoons, while P.O.N.Y. takes control of the ship for a bit.

 

>The crew thinks we're off course

>I asked P.O.N.Y. about it, she says we're right on track

>I told the crew to calm down, told them to trust P.O.N.Y., she is the computer after all

>Well, that was before we got stuck in an uncharted planet's gravitional pull

>P.O.N.Y. says it was a miscalculation finding this planet, but suggests we send down a probe to investigate it

 

>We got the results back on our scan

>The planet is inhabited by talking magical pastel horses

>The have not mastered, or most likely started, space travel

>The crew, eloquent as ever, suggested we force them into the Federation and use them as a sex slave race

>Real classy, crew

>P.O.N.Y. says we should try to communicate with them, but I disagree with her on this, there doesn't seem to be a point in it, how can they help us?

>P.O.N.Y seems upset about this, but unless we were in dire need, I wouldn't spend the time.

 

>Our ship has lost FTL engines have lost all power

>Fuels are all gone, must have been an unknown hole from that rebel ship

>P.O.N.Y. suggests we land right now

>I think she may have a screw lose

>I talked to Chewalski, the moral expert on the ship

>He suggests we stop talking to P.O.N.Y. right now, says her choices are upsetting people more and more, says there will be a mutiny if I don't "do my job"

>I decided to play some video games to get my mind off of it, till someone complained about a noise in the storage room

>I went to check it out

>There were horses everywhere

 

>P.O.N.Y. says that I told her to abduct the horses for examination

>I'm seriously contemplating shutting her off now

>None of our probes our picking up anything to use as fuel

>And now we gotta figure out how to deal with the horses

>Richards, the scientist leader, wants to experiment on them

>I told him to go fuck himself

>Someone wrote some pretty nasty stuff on my cabin wall

>Something about fucking me with a fork

>I've told P.O.N.Y. to go punish whoever was responsable for it

>After she dealt with the ponies.

 

>Things are getting much worse on the ship

>I found one of the pony's skin in the lab, like it was some sort of suit

>I've sent Richards to containment

>Crew members our outside my cabin door, protesting or something

>They want me to either shut down P.O.N.Y. or give up power over the ship

>I would happily shut her off, if I could get to the damn computer

>D̨͎̱̮̝̮͉̯̰̉̽͗̑̋̂̅͢u̧̯̿ͭ̿͌ͨ̈͘͢ṃ̵̡̮̠͍̺̲͍͋̑͋̈̍b̰̗͎͚͑

̋̔̽̃̔͌̕ͅ ̷̹̹̟̤̗̣̜̭̗̆͐̎f̨̡̮̫̓̽̿̑̿ͭ́ͪͅṳ͎̪̱ͪͪͥ͛̉ͫͩ͑́͢c̱͖̞̠̰̬͒̄̂

ͅk̡̻̠͕̭̟̜̘̜ͪ͆ͯ̏̂̇̑͞s̷̵̘̯͊ͥ

 

>I'm scared as hell

>There's a death squad going around the ship trying to find me

>They want my fucking h͇̱̫̤̖̖̝̭̒́̄̂ͪḙ̘̼̲̹͍̙ͧ͝ǎ̭͎͒ͪ̎̈́̎ḍ̮͐̉ͯͣ̋̀

>My logs also keep fucking up the text

>P.O.N.Y. is saying some creepy things over the com too

>Things like, Î̮̋͢͟ ̶̝̠͗ͣ̏ͧ̈́̋̔͟w̭͔̬͕̙̐̉̊͛̋i͆̃͆͌̐ͯ̚̚͏̹̫͘͞ḽ̡̧̗͓͔̭̳̆ͫ̊̍l̠

͍̳̣͇̮̞͑͛̅̄̾̓̇ͨ͡ ̪̼̮̮̘̻̳ͫ̉ͤ́͛ͥ̎ͥ̀͟r̴̟͙͙̥͍͛ͬ̇̀e̦͎̝ͪ͒͗̍ͬ̐ͮ̀͞t̨̛̤̠̤̻͍̐̆u

̎͌ͩͤ̓͛҉̫͔̱̩̟̱͔rͫ͑͏̞̻̩̯̹͚̺̣n̢̥̣͖ͤ̆̐̍̓ͦ̈́̽ͅ,̃ͫͬ͂ͯ҉͙̜̦̳

̦̮̥̲ ̵͓̪͓̻̯̤̀̂͒ͯ́ȃ̜̳̮̯̜̙̗̘͆̈́̊ͦ̕n͕̣̲̟̮͙ͥ̇̍̓ͫ̇̔ͨͅd̤̱̭͈̩̦̰

̭̋̌̍͒͜,͍̦̣̟ͧ͗ͦͧ͋ͦͩͯ̄͟ͅͅ ̷̨̻͙̞̳̹ͪͅw̢͓͕͎̼̙̮̦̓ͥ̉̄̇̒̀̚e̊͢͏͍̠̭̬̖̬̟͓ͅ ̷͕͇̻̠͍̽ͮͣͦͭ͆̒̀͝w̷̧̳̣̪̻̬̗̻̺͎̓̿͊͒ͫ͆̃̌̒į̷̺͉̫̦͊ͬ̆l̐ͧ́̄̇

̇҉̜̟͙̪ͅļ͎̤͕̦͉̬̍ͭ̌̿̊ͭ̑ͫ͢ ̳̔̌͋̈̂̍ͬͥͭb͓̣͖̙̹ͨ̅͐̋̐͛̎͞͞ḛ̱̒̿͂́͢ ̮̺̺͈̝̫̌ͧ̆̾ͨ́̈̈́̾ǒ͕̱̰̖͑̏̋͞n̰͖̱ͭ͝e̴͖̫͚̒̎͋͛̃̄͊

>But that's not the worst part

>I was searching around the ship

>I found a robot

>A robot horse

>And next to it was the horse skin

>Something is wrong, I need to find out now!

 

Star date: 0̷̂̀̈͐͐͛҉̢͈̲0̐̽̀ͫ́̅̓͊̔͏҉͍͖͎͚͉̰͈͚ͅ0̣͎̱̞̲͑̉̽̀͠8̛͔̗̥̱ͮ̊

ͮ6̗̩̠̥̯̹̅̾͒͒ͫ̓̅̚3̺͎̹̪̲̣̬̾̒͌

 

>I don't have much time

>Oxygen is low

>Ship is entering the planet's orbit

>P.O.N.Y. has gone m̭̜̲͐̋͌͋̐ͭ̍͡ą̵̥̾̾͋̊̒́ḍ̵̴̻͓̝́̄͋͝

>She wants to become one of the aliens!

>She thinks that she's an actual p̡͕̰͎ͨ̎ͩ̌́̄́õ̱ͧ͒̾ͨ͊͢n̈̈́̈ͬ̔͊̆̏͠͏͖͚͇̰̖̹y̌͜҉̝̺͉̰̻̹͍̘

>She's going to kill us all, put her mind into the robot I found the other day, put on the skin, and live on the fucking planet!

>I'm not going to make it out of here

>If any federation ships find this, please, destroy P.O.N.Y., and fuck this entire planet along with her

>For any rebel ships, ȯ͎̜̰̲̱̜ͨͣ͛͒̅͐̀ ̴̆̊͑̅̓ͧͯ͋҉͉͎f̧͈̘̺͕͍̮͛͆̍ͪ̓ů̮̻͓̦̘̠̼̎͒͛ͣ͐č̷̭̘̻̝̖͈̱͎̔̍̏

̑ḱ̘̘̰̠̳ͧ̇̀̓̚͢͟͠ ̷͙̱̮̞̣̅͊̈́̇ͅy̨͔̟̞͙̩̋͌͆́͒͊ͭ̆o̡͔ͥ͌͐͑̆̐ͥ̕͞u̶̞̝̭͂͑̏̀̔̾͐r

̷͖̉̒̀̅ͫ̕s̉ͫ̽ͨ̐҉̗e̴̩̖̯͈̘̞̊̑́ͨ̌̅ͧ͢l̈́ͮ̔͋ͤ͏̗̪͇͇͙̭͕̮f̢̱͔

͔̼̬̥͙̝ͧͧ

>And if any of my kids find this, I̸̧͎͕̼͔̪̦͙̒̈́ͩ̂̊̅̀̚͞ ̭̀͑͗͐͑ľ͇͍̦̭̫̬̂ͮ͡ͅơ̡̄̑̃͗ͪ͛̾͊̽҉͎̥̬̫̳v͂ͯ́͋̒ͮ͏̵̧̗̱͔̬͇̳e

͈͍̭͒̑ͥ̕ ̸͙ͯ͋ͫ̐̾̈͒͊y̔̐̑҉҉̬̱̖̼͚ǫ̫̤̞ͦ̀u̱̻͇͓͖̩̳̖͍ͧ͒̓̋̓ͭ̈́ͦ̚

>I'm signing off now

>Oh god...they're going to kill me

>Those savages I called a crew are going to fire me out of the a̪̮̤͉̳̞̝̞͓̒̉̃̊ͦͧ̍͢i̧͖͚̯̠̅̅͒̿̚͜r̵̷̙̤̘̿̒̂̓̽l̷̜̭̣̞̼̹̠͓ͦ

́́͌̇͝ǒ̴̭̟̂̔c͉ͯ̏̉͝ḳ͚͎͔̰̦̝̾̓ ̸̸̰̹̘̠̝̬̣͂ͧͣ͂̓͊̚

>They think that, in a way, that computer is "My Little P.O.N.Y."

>They're going to kill me!

>Please, if anyone finds this

 

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