Day 9:
I got a bit of a laugh today when I went to town. Not the usual schadenfreude at the expense of this misfit hovel that is slowly transitioning into a full blown village either.
No, today the laugh was at my own expense. You see, I finally got around to reading the census, and realized that the census taker had spelt my name wrong. The throwaway name I'd given him was "Rune", and he interpreted this name as "Ruin". Forgivable, considering that they sound  so much alike, but it made me chuckle.
Considering my intentions, the name he has mistakenly given me seems much more fitting anyway, and it sounds way more badass to boot! I think I'll keep it.
It felt good to laugh for once.
But as always, with ups come downs. I have a feeling that my mission of vengence will remain but a pipe dream. With all of these smiling, happy faces milling about the colony, I may never find the one responsible for bringing us here.
And hell, what the fuck would I achieve if I did find them? What would killing them even achieve? Would it break whatever magic brought us here and send us home? Unlikely, and even if it did, there would be some serious fallout from our return, without a doubt. Thousands of peopl can't just dissappear for two weeks, and not kick up any notice.
...I've just realized I've been here for two weeks.
I want to go home. I'm not the only one. My trip to the colony has shown me that I'm not the only one here who regrets what I've lost. I can even begin to empathize with guys like Lonely Heart, he makes me seem like such a whiny child in comparison. Maybe isolating myself from this town and blaming them for my losses was too shallow of me. Not everyone here asked for this.
 
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Day 11:
The settlement's fascimile of democracy continues, and today elections were held.
I could give less of a shit, as I fear that as soon as this colony develops to the point of being able to put up any form of resistance, the Horse Queen Sunbutt will wipe us all out. She obviously wants us out of the way.
As I intend to survive, I have moved my tent slightly further from town, to a small hill overlooking Berryside Ridge. I have also been continuing my practice with telekinesis, and I can now fling small stones a couple of meters with little effort. Sadly, there are no construction workers to aim for out here.
Baby steps.
 
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Day 12:
 
I neglected to mention in my last entries of the progress I have made on my new dwellings. My planned home on the hill to the west of Berryside Ridge continues to show progress, slow progress. Yes, the going is slow,but what can you expect of one mare working alone? Not that I want help, I couldn't expect the denziens of My Little Auschwitz to raise a hoof for me after my attitude towards them, and my lack of assistance to them during the initial building.
I suppose this will be my penance. It also makes for good practice of my newfound powers, telekinesis has been a godsend in this effort. As of now, I have dug out the space for the foundations, and have begun to lay the foundation. The ample limestone within the ridge has been great for grinding down and using as a mortar for my stone foundation.
I can't wait to have a roof over my head, this two week long camping trip is starting to get tiresome.
Here's a sketch of my plans:
(scrawled messily on the page are some house plans, image here: http://imgur.com/W2kNskF)
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Day 13:
 
I have neglected this journal for the last couple days, because I have been busy.
The foundation is laid, And I have finished near all of the stonework (just have to put the finishing touches on the chimney)
My telekinesis continues to improve, as I can levitate head-sized stones over 5m away from myself with little strain, but repetition of this really tires me out.
Today, lifting rocks, soon boiling brains. Sweet.
 
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Day 14:
 
The secret room is dug out, with all of the support beams in place. I can finally sleep somewhere that is not my tent.
I am quite pleased.