Well, it looks like I found the name of my vast locale. I might be losing my mind, but I think this may be the only area in Equestria without a pony pun. I know I still have an entire other hall to explore, but I feel so satisfied that I found the name of this place. I just wish I had known about it before I landed here, because that would mean a prebuilt hive to reside in. Actually, no. Queen Chrysalis would absolutely deny my offer because Rolling Acres is filled to the brim with sadness and sorrow, obscured by the more highly destructive hate and anger.
I have stopped noticing the negative emotion around me. So, one of two things may have happened. One: I soaked it all up, even when I was unconscious. Or two: I have acclimated. I sure hope it’s the former. I know it means sacrificing the ability to change and fly and what not, but it’s better to have soaked every once of my poison than it is to still have more around in the amount of time I’ve been here, implied from the increase in heat, continuing to become poisoned and crazed. I might’ve even blocked it out with my enthusiasm for successfully finding the name of this place.
I head my way out of the left hall and straight into the right. I don’t even pay attention to my surroundings. It doesn’t even matter if I gallop on any glass shards. I feel so eager to explore more of Rolling Acres and see what else is in here. I know I saw a series of skeletons of former mini towers. I want to actually get a close up view of it.
That all changes when I see two more halls aside the one straight after with the wall of the once again similar design to the JCPenney Outlet Center wall. I skid from in front of the corner rooms before the series of skeletons to the edge before a dried up moat surrounding said series. I look around me, lost in the relief of stopping just before I would be supposed to trip.
To my left, I see a stand in the middle of the hall with a label on top titled “Customer Service”. Past that is yet another dead end. And just like the JCPenney’s Outlet Store wall, there’s something that doesn’t match the rest of the wall. This time, there’s a large board with a faded label titled “Dillard’s”. On the mismatched part of the wall, there’s a lone door that is presumably locked. In the hall itself, there are two openings in the ceiling, letting sunlight bounce off of the wall in the opening and give me the view that I currently see, almost as if Celestia was taunting me.
To the right, there’s a few more rooms extending before the doorway to the outside. Past the doors, there is a level porch that leads me to conclude that this is the main entrance to Rolling Acres. There are boards on two of the glass panes, the panes possibly having gone missing. Out of the sixteen panes that should be in the main entrance, fourteen are present. Yet again, I can sense that Princess Celestia is taunting me... Wait a second. This intersection with the group of skeleton mini towers looks to pour the most amount of sunlight in here. Well, I’m glad to be in this intersection then.
On the area inside the moat, there seems to be a similar design on the floor as that of the brick wall of the JCPenney’s Outlet Store. There are a few steps up to the skeleton mini towers, which I don’t mind in the slightest. However, the area the moat surrounds is littered with paper and waste.
Suddenly, when I look at the group of mini tower skeletons, I start feeling my enthusiasm for exploration suddenly disappear, leaving behind a thought I have never experienced. All of my kind is scattered throughout the outskirts of Equestria, leaving the hive practically abandoned. What positively wipes away any enthusiasm left, however, is how there’s not a pony to be seen in Rolling Acres, at least the second floor. I highly doubt I would have any idea where anyone from the hive is and what they’re going through.
I still can’t believe that invasion in Canterlot failed, even when we got extremely close to success. That out of nowhere explosion was the only thing stopping the invasion, and it happened. I got knocked out as my body made contact with the explosion, so that leaves me even more clueless as to where the rest of the hive I live with is than I already would be otherwise. I will never forget that day we almost triumphed over Equestria. Not even once. I hardly doubt anyone would forget it, be it for better or for worse. Okay, I need to look away from the mini towers before I burst into tears.
I find it kind of funny, looking elsewhere, though. In the condition that Rolling Acres is in, there’s a physical illusion that suggests that not a pony in Equestria has been in here for possibly years, seeing all of the holes in the ceiling. And yet, whatever emotional residue is left is brand new, almost as if Rolling Acres is still active today.
Now what? I could explore either the two little halls with the dead end. But I have been dying to get out of here and find out where I am. I know this place is named Rolling Acres. But that name is kind of misleading. Yeah this place is vast. But it isn’t anything like a field in here. I very well will die if I don’t leave sooner or later much less lose my changeling features from all of the negative emotion. It’s not even to mention that this side of Rolling Acres still has its negative emotions intact. So I seriously don’t know what to do.