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I feel that same warm sensation I feel when near radiation. I guess the city was hit by a megaspell. The construction of those buildings is impressive to have withstood that blast and not have simply fallen over.
The radiation healed some of the lost flesh on my flank, but unfortunately not my cutie mark. I–I still miss it. I keep looking back hoping it would appear again in a sudden burst of magic as it had done when it first appeared when I was a filly.
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Did I ever tell you my cutie mark story? Suppose not we’ve only known eachother for–for–for–for–
Shit how long has it been? Damn cloud layer making telling time near impossible. I hope the pipbuck has a clock on it.
So anyways, guess I should record my cutie mark story for posterity and stuff. Incase I’m some old pony someday and forget it–especially since it is now no longer there.
It really wasn’t a special day by any means. It was my sister’s seventh birthday. Mom got Shoe a box of blocks. She was pissed because she wanted the pretty princess doll set and locked herself in her room. I wanted to cheer her up so I opened her present and built her a castle. **sniffle** We played princess of the castle for the rest of the day. I was having so much fun, I never noticed I got my cutie mark. Mom pointed it out when she got us ready for bed. It was– **bang**pfft**
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ShiiiiiIIIiiiit! FuUUuck! We screwed up! By we, I mean the hospital and the spineless board. We let a snake into our halls. FUCK! Vail–he–he–Fuck! I tried looking into him. He found out about the Bedside Manner Scandal. He blackmailed us into doing inequine test of new combat drugs. Buck, Dash, Rage, Stampede–others–we tested them all. Many had been in limited use before the war, some were new.
Fuck!
There was a new one in the bunch. The geniuses at Green-Med cooked it up. They are calling it Celestia’s Tears. Better than any combat drug on the market. But it has a 99% mortality rate or something like that.
**deep breath**
Five deaths. Vial’s greed has killed five ponies. Five innocent ponies. Ponies who were admitted to Ponyville Hospital to get better–be treated for varying mental illnesses–only to be treated like lab rats. Fuck!
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We swore and oath when we became doctors. First, do no harm. We have all broke that oath.
Screwloose is next up a dose of Celestia’s Tears nearly twice the dose we have been giving the others–the ones that died. I will not have another pony’s death on my hooves. To Tartarus with my job, my reputation, everything. I’m going to the pinks. I’m going to tell them everything. About Bedside, the coverup, Green-Med. The MOP will handle our patients better.
**door opening**
(Vial) Well, I’m very sorry to hear that Dr. Cortex. You understand the predicament you put me in.
You won’t silence me.
(Vial) I have no need to silence a mental patient. I can however admit them into my care.
But I have no mental illness.
(Vial) Hospital forms are so easy to forge. What should I list as your illness. Depression? Schizophrenia? Oh, how about my favorite: Wartime Stress Disorder? It is a very popular diagnosis in this time of war in equestria.
You can’t do that!
(Vial) I can and will. Orderlies, take him to testing room H.
NO! **thud**thud**thud**thud**
(Vial) I have a new batch of Celestia’s Tears I want to test–no I think I’ll call it Luna’s Tears. It is better than the inferior Celestia’s Tears. If it works it will be a great way to rally the troops and will make us a nice pile of bits.
**receding hoofseps**
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**magic sound** And I think I’ll keep this. For posterity.
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(unknown pony) **very raspy** TeeeeEEeeeeErribly sorry about shooting your recorder. I thought you were one of the others. Those ponies like us but more akin to zombies.
It's fine, just be cAAaaaaaaaAaAareful with him–uh it.
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Patient isn’t responding to treatment. I’ve tried everything I could. It was a mistake to switch my field of medical study from pediatrics to psychiatry.
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Cortexaphan has proven ineffective to fix Screwloose’s mental state.
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That slimy little pony from the bar.
**click** rabehtmorfynopelttilymilstaht **click**
That slimy little pony from the bar.
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Why were those other doctors so fixated on recording things. Does no pony write things down anymore. Incriminating evidence of a rape and a cover up–all would have never been discovered if it weren’t for this device. I’m much more careful. Call it an old habit from my old job. Well, I have some business in Canterlot. Tah tah.
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