I sigh from everything that has happened...everything I have done and accomplished...everything that should and shouldn't have happened and everything that I could have done to prevent this from happening. The candles flame in front of me ismy only companion. I sigh again, remembering why and how I got here. Ha... someone will find this and wonder, hey, who are you? I'll describe where I am, who I am, and how I got into this mess. I'm underground, more like a cellar but smaller and it has a few hay stacks and a staircase that I blocked off. I found a few candles and this is the first one I've lit, thank Celestia there was a matchbox that worked, I can't use my magic without it going everywhere...for reasons I'll get into later. It seems cozy now but sooner or later it'll be my grave...or maybe I'll be lucky and make it out alive. Even if make it out I'll probably be shot on sight, they don't know I'm different from the other… things out there, only the princesses know. I better start explaining what I mean before I confuse you too much.
Let me introduce myself, I am BioMagic and I'm 23 years old but that doesn't matter. What does matter is what I did for the past 23 years. You see for the past decade or so ponies have been struggling with electric bills and have frequently
been experiencing electrical fires, due to the high demand of more and more electricity in one place. So I've been studying electrical-based magic spells along with nuclear power. Nuclear power is unstable and very hazardous to life, so I couldn't use nuclear power straight up. As a filly I gathered as much information I could about the topic of anything Biohazardous and radioactive. I remember sleeping on books like they were my pillows and my mother floating me to bed...how I miss her so...
One day in science class, I was secretly studying about how to create radioactive goo by using only magic. There was no reason why except that I am a bookworm. There was a spell in there and I accidentally casted it whilst reading it, that's how I got my cutie mark. Of course, my teacher got mad because the classroom needed to be quarantined and the goo needed
to be dealt with. My cutie mark is a biohazard sign with a light green horn in the middle.
Oh! I forgot to describe myself too, I'm probably going to be dead by the time you find this. I have a macaron green colored coat and a mane like DJ PON3, except that it's an ugly green color. It used to be a pretty golden color, but things happen. Now there's something about me that will make sense later but I have radioactive spikes all over my right side in a scattered pattern. Some are short and some are long. The ones on my horn though are long. My horn also has tiny, glowing green cracks all over it making the whole thing discolored. Ok back to the subject. So...nuclear magic and the power it has. Well I wanted to make sort of a nuclear power source that wasn't extremely harmful. So for the majority of my teenage years and College years, I studied a lot at The Science University of Canterlot, testing for different solutions...then it clicked. What if I created nuclear magic? It's like magic except it's turned into nuclear power by using magic to mimic the effects of
nuclear fission. The upside of this method is that the magic is mixed with the uranium atoms, nullifying the dangerous radiation effects and turning it into an amazing power source. I built a facility and the tanks were built like unicorn horns. They were designed to hold compressed and very concentrated magic. I built my company, replacing electricity with Nuclear
magic, the new power source for everyone to use. I created a spell that unicorns casted into the tanks to fill it up. It was inexpensive and very effective. You would need a huge power box to power a whole stadium of lights. With nuclear magic though, only one container the size of a regular unicorn horn is needed to power all of the lights! Though only the rich ponies had it because it was considered a luxury. This pissed off most of the electric companies off because they were losing bits and I was getting all of it. Nuclear magic was the next big thing and every rich pony wanted their hooves on it. I guess I pissed off alot of electric companies because they formed a big group to make the tanks explode. They didn't even know the consequences! I put a label on the tanks that said "DO NOT OVERLOAD!" In big black letters! Could they not read?!
I'm tired, writing with your mouth and having half of it covered in green glowing spikes is draining. I'm going to sleep and tomorrow I'll tell what happened next.
-BioMagic.