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Been awhile, hasn’t it?
I left Canterlot about a week ago–again the constant cloud cover and lack of sleep makes it hard to tell time. I got a bit turned around. I’ve been locked in a mental hospital for years. Much like how Ponyville became alien, so did the rest of Equestria. It was a miracle I made it to Canterlot without getting lost–well to be fair Ponyville is connected to Canterlot by a single road–Ponyville to the newer Zebratown and on to Canterlot proper.
Canterlot to Manehatten isn’t so straightforward. It is a confusing network of roads littered with idle sky chariots and ground carts–some with decaying pony corpses still in them.
Long story short, I somehow ended up Appleoosa–at least I think it is Appleoosa–I’m not the best at Fill-in-the-blank, but the burned wooden sign said:
“A-blank-black-blank-E-blank-blank-S-A”
The blanks were somehow sanded away. Based on the desert around me and the rudimentary, wooden architecture of the frontier town, it is Appleoosa–true it could be Doge Junction, but the apple orchard is more of a dead give away–Doge Junction has a cherry orchard.
I haven’t seen anypony since I got here–not out of the usual for this Equestrian Wasteland since–but with no apparent megaspell crater or one of them stables nearby I thought there would be more–well life.
But there is nothing–just cow bones and tumbleweeds.
**crunch**
Wait? I don’t think they are **glup** cows.
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It is cliche to find a single cow skull in a desert, but this is the whole skeleton–dozens of skeletons–hundreds of **gag** pony skeletons. I mean I’m no physician, but cows don’t have a single horn or wing bones.
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How? What could shear away a pony’s flesh and leave the bones?
**wind pics up in the background**
Huh? I feel that tingly feeling that I felt when Minuette dosed me with radiation.
**wind picks up more**
What in Eque–SANDSTORM? No. RADIOACTIVE SANDSTORM?
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I–
I think I know how a pony can be sheared to the bone.
**wind picks up more**
Fuck!
**panicked galloping**door opening**slamming a door closed**heavy furniture shifting**
The skeletons, the sign. I–I don’t know if this–saloon–will be enough.
**strong wind**sand abruptly hitting the outside**creak**crack**snap**gasp**thud**thud**thud
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The drug trials–that I’m still not convinced are completely legit no matter how many times that slimy corporate stooge explains it–have been going on for 3 months now. Green-Med has had me cycle through over a dozen different drugs to test on the patients.
Though Screwloose has actually responded well to the new treatment by our corporate overlords at Green-Med. Thyrorudin Glucotamine is the drug. It was developed for Wartime Stress Disorder, but Screwy proves it could be used help treat other mental illnesses.
I could have sworn she asked coherently for her sister.
Progress? I can’t be sure, but I’m hopeful.
I asked if her supposed request could be fulfilled. Vail said it couldn’t be done. That no good son of a mule. I will continue to protest. He can’t keep these ponies from their family.
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