Tales of Selene Nocturnia. Diary entry number 1-5 · 11:36pm Oct 31st, 2017
#1
Date: Unknown.
Time: Early morning.
It has been a week since I've woken up on this shit planet and already I want to murder everything. The Cult of Nightmares has been abysmal to work with! Not only are we low on supplies in all forms, but they managed to arrive across the ocean as far as FUCKING AWAY FROM CIVILIZATION AS POSSIBLE in a land called: The Dragon Archipelago! It is here that the lost castle of Nightmare Moon (which is where I'm being held) is located. Not only do we not have any infrastructure to work with aside from a bunch of rusted tools, but they expect me to build EVERYTHING in order to smite they evil Solar princess and her pet sister!!!! Like what the fuck do they want from me?!?!?!?!? I'm a fucking soldier with a hobby for Hyper-third-dimensional programming! Arrggg...
Anyway... the one thing these guys are good at is following orders. I've managed to get the pony primitives to focus on agriculture and shelter for the time being. Sure the castle can house all five hundred of us quite comfortably, however. If these morons have the fucking immortal Goddess of the fucking ball of PLASMA IN THE SKY searching for us, then we need to be prepared. One of those preparations is ensuring the main wall is fixed; the aqueducts are clean and flowing, the psionic defenses are working perfectly (which I'm trying to figure out. Shouldn't be too hard once I'm up to date on their level of psionic capability. That, and I'm supposed to be as powerful as the sun goddess. It's just a matter of understanding the runework and applying my programming skills to it), plus a bunch of other trivial things my civilization game-sim skills should be able to handle.
I need coffee....
#2
Date: Day-Sunbreak. Month-Eponous. Year-982 C.E
Time: FUCKING TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING!
So I figured out to year and stuff with the help of a Miss Aurora Sceptar. She is "helping" me recover my magic. Which is all I need help with concerning my new body. Back at Aegis Military Academy, we are trained to adapt to new biological forms that we may need to change into for a mission. We mostly do it in VR with realistic settings amped to the max. That, and we are forced to choose what will be our secondary form will be during service and since Harvest (the world that Aegis 7 was orbiting around) was a world where quadrupeds lived. So, naturally, I chose a Griffin since they were the most common. Hey, call me uninspired, but I'm not going to have my DNA reshuffled into a fucking dog!
Now, because I was trained with both my natural human form and a griffin, I didn't need flying lessons for my Alicorn body. The downside was that I didn't have hands.... On the upside! I didn't have to sacrifice my love for meat! As it turns out, ponies can eat meat but prefer not too. They say it's a taboo or something like that, but I think it's mostly because they don't have the teeth (like I do) nor the specialized enzymes that help break down protein. They can eat meat but trouble digesting it. Welp, more for me!
Since Aurora is helping with my magic, I didn't have much time to order my minions around to get shit done, which obviously led to problems. Dark Star... or whatever edgy name he has... decided to take it upon himself to impose my "evil will" on my minions. What he did make me a very mad panda. Suffice to say, I sawed off his horn with a rusty shovel for enslaving the Earth Ponies in front of everyone and made an example of him. Call me harsh, but I WILL NOT TOLERATE TRIBALISM in my new empire. After cutting off his horn and throwing him into a well with a shovel. My minions gave me a newfound respect for the act.
On a happier note. We found several different types of fruit trees to the south.
Fuck me I was beginning to hate wheat bars.
#3
Date: Day-Moondawn. Month-Palehoren. Year-982 C.E
Time: Late evening.
I've been thinking of home lately: Wondering what has happened to my parents and my best friend Talon. Do they miss me? Will they find me? I don't know.... To be honest, I doubt I will leave this world. It has been blatantly clear that I've been dumped on this world and left to rot. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but the Alliance has a stern policy to avoid psionic civilizations above Level 5 at ALL COSTS. And the ponies rank Level 7. The. Highest. Level. How do I know that? Well, psionic training was my favorite, even though I would never be able to use it... until I became an Alicorn. So, the military would black-list Elysia and prevent anyone from interacting with it. So, I'm stuck here.
Creating an Empire with a bunch of cultists worshiping me as the Goddess of the Stars.... Oh, the fucking irony.... Tom Artemis Nocturnia, now Selene T.A Nocturnia, how could you let those freaks prove you wrong? *Sigh* (Yes, I wrote that in. Suck my marble-sized horse clit). I've made my peace, though I still have my regrets. Those I won't write down. Mostly because I still have a slight hope that Talon would come and save me. It's a small hope. One that might never happen. But it does help me bare the pain of separation from all whom I love and hold dear.
I wish I could see Talon one last time and tell her how much of a moron I was for breaking up with her....
(Tears cover the page. Smearing the ink with Sorrow.)
#4
Date: Day-Moonshadow. Month-Equinox. Year-983 C.E
Time: Late afternoon.
It's been an odd few months and this journal is filled with magic theory and my odd thought is starting to get full. The castle is coming along nicely, made a few friends, and everything is looking good. We've had no contact with the Solar Princess during our time, but everything is not peaceful.
Just a few days ago, our little island has visitors from the east. They are well armed and bare flags that are not of Equestrian origins. I've managed to fix the castle's defenses and improved upon them, but I still need to deal with them and I only have a few hours to deal with them. What I plan to do is assimilate them into my own empire and in order to do that. I have to get rid of the leaders and force the weaker links into my rule. I promised protection and I will keep them safe, however. Once I go on this path. I will be declaring war on whatever country that the invaders come from.
Time to put those VR civilization games to the test.
#5
Date: Day-Midbreak. Month-Equinox. Year-983 C.E
Time: Evening.
I own three ships and a few hundred more souls to my empire. It took awhile to bend them to my will after systematically killing their leaders from afar as well as sinking the other two ships. Of course, their honor for their country was admirable, but folly. I could tell just by looking at them that they were ex-slaves, gladiators, farmers, and sailors. This made it far easier to convince them to join me and my cause. We have a fortress, we have food, we have education, we treat everyone equal (Mostly. still working on that one. Fucking Unicorn superiority complex.), and power.
The leader of the survivors---Captain Dragon Crest, a Griffon leading a mixture of ponies, griffons, crystal cats, and diamond dogs---Swore fealty to me so long as I promised to kill his former king and his tyranny. Trust me. That slaving bastard is as good as dead the second I see him, but that would have to wait.
Anyway. Am I worried of being assassinated? Yes and no. Yes, because it fucking hurts like hell and no because I cannot die by normal means. The first and last attempt solidified my God-hood to my cultists and my new charges. (Having your head severed and reattached kind kills the idea of replacing me with someone else.) After that little realization, I made it abundantly clear that I owned them and that if they worked with me. They would live like kings! Then again, I will need to cull them, or at least, cull the bad apples. In any case, I have my work ahead of me.
As for the asshole that chopped off my head. I ripped out his heart, ate it in front of my new minions, and burned his corpse to a pile of ash with a quick, fire spell.
'Cause I'm a badass like that.
Faust, I need coffee.
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Who is this Selene Nocturnia, I wonder?
I always enjoy reading your work, good setting and interesting with a nice touch of humour.
P.s you really seem to enjoy writing about creating kingdoms/civilizations and
cults-religions.Pp.s which there is nothing wrong with that, really enjoy it, I am just pointing it out :)
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They do entice me. It's just a matter of figuring out how to write it out realistically. History has always been my favorite subject.
That, and Lesbian Mud wrestling.
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