Rule 1 of Buck Club: Don't Talk About Buck Club

*crash!*
...ahh damn it!
*tap tap*
Hello? My mic stand is a little wobbly. I Actually had another musician over to Play music with. Name was Riftonic. Really cool Pony dude. He's a Little better than me on the guitar. Seems like Everypony is better than me, it's kind of annoying. Well, you can't do anything but practice so you can Jam with the big ponies. Anyway, as far as stories go, it's been quite A day. Been looking everywhere to find what this graffiti on a wall meant: "Apple Crew or tribute!" I searched everywhere for somepony who Could tell me exactly what that meant, even found some freak jokeweed dealer (apparently if you smoke it you get this Kaleidoscope effect) trying to make some bits off me. Lucky for him he ran off the minute my wings extended the razor feathers, those things are poisoned with styxian Ink. I don't know how I know that, that's Still kind of elusive. *sigh.* This Amnesia is really Getting on my nerves. It gets even worse with the nightmares and all the crazy mechanized things and clockwork like you wouldn't even believe. I don't know how I know, but sometime in history there were Automaton ponies. I kid you Not, there was a small army of these ponies, marching in time, Gears clicking and whirring, Swords hiding in their mecanical wings or mounted on their heads. What they were marching Towards, or who they were marching against, I have no clue, but since I've never seen one before, they must have been Eradicated or something. Anyway, I'm going to try and get some Research done on this. I guess it's time I scraped up a few bits and headed to Canterlot. Well I guess I could always fly there since it's too high class to be a street musician. The library has to have something there...
Anyway, just want to say thanks for everyone who has read my material, and I hope that my stiff typing isn't making too many grammar mistakes. Seismic Riff, signing off.