//------------------------------// // The Journal // Story: The Journal of Commander Rust Metal // by Crystonian //------------------------------// A old leather book sits on a wooden table in a small but quaint library. It's cover old and wrinkly but aged very well. It glows slightly with a purplish light. The pages on the outside are visibly yellowed and aged, and its bound by a black belt. Still holding the book closed. Next to the book is a letter, open and reading: Dear Twilight, I have sent you one of the ancient relics of the ancient place known as Haven. Long ago, me and my sister, Luna, encountered them. Being young at the time, and intimidated by their advancements, and wide range of creatures in their group. We attacked. I still regret this decision to this day. As I was saying, we attacked. Causing a war between us. It was short, but horrible. Worse than the one I had with Luna before her banishment. Their warriors were strong and powerful. But clothed in strange armor and garments. They used spells never before seen by us, and to this day I haven't seen anything like them. They were small, but experienced. On the final day, Luna and I met with the late owner of this book. He was a formidable foe and bested both me and Luna together. I believe we would have lost that day if t wasn't for something else. A call was heard from far in their backside, this cause the Commander to stall. Then he and his force teleported away. Then, in the distance we saw a large light, very similar to the Elements themselves. Once the light dissipated, their fortress stood still. No sound. I decided, along with Luna, to investigate the fortress. What we found was shocking. Inside, there was nothing other than the belongings of the residents of Haven. Gone. Among the fortress was this book. I hope you can read it and understand what happened on that day, from their view. As you see, this book is magical and according to Luna, its a memory journal. Please. Take it and read it. I hope you can understand what happened to these great ponies. Sincerely, Princess Celestia Suddenly, a purple aura surround the old book. The book slowly gets unlatched and opens to the first page. The writing is thin and cursive like. Words and letters seem to blend together. "Alright Spike, lets see who this 'Commander Rust Metal' truly is." Twilight said, sitting down. "Ok Twilight." Spike said, plopping down right next to her. =================================================================================== Its been. What, three or four days since we all came to the word of MLP. Or Equess. I believe that's the name. Most likely butchered it. Like I was saying, it has been about three or four days since all, about 8,000 people, came to this world. It was chaos the first day. It ended up being the military factions to clean things up and set up a system. The 123rd and others like it. I was inducted too. Mostly due to my own actions during the first two days. Commander. Heh. Lets see how long that lasts. We've started setting up temporal settlements and tent cities. Magic is amazing. Most of us actually know how to use it. Strangely, those who are duplicates of others or actual ponies became one of their oc's. It became easy. Anyway, I hear someone yelling for me. So anyway. My call sign will be Crystonian. Heh. Anyway. Crystonian out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ One month. Its been one month since we fell from Pony.town and its off shoots to here. Wherever we are on Equis. Those who were part of the FoE server were more....medically proficient than others. Also in the technological portion. I am too, also part of that group. Magically proficient too. We have a few leaders. I'm one of them. Devs were part of it too. How I became a leader. I have no fucking clue. The town looks less like a Hoover town and more like a medieval village. Mixed with sci-fi shit. Anyway. I got to go help with some of the others. Crystonian out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Its been. What, a month, or two since the last entry. Gods is setting up a community is challenging. We're strangly integrating with our characters. Me, its a mix of Commanders Rust Metal and Unknown Knight. Then my magical characters and my druids. I've grown more proficient with weapons, medicine, and tech. The doctors and nurses are really integrating with their knowledge and are starting to enjoy themselves. The Androids, Robots, and other techno beings are also easing to themselves. The military probably was the best thing to happen. We have stabilization. On a sadder note. We have had suicides and attempts. Some people aren't handling the situation very well. Some don't like how they ended up or were they are in social level. We have young kids here too. Not knowing what to do and having the knowledge on how to murder someone. Some people are having major personality changes. Others are not. We still have many problems. I hope we can deal with them soon. Maybe then we can work together. Heh. Like its always said. Friendship is magic, and magic can do the impossible. Anyway. This is just a quick update. I.......Crystonian out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Twilight looked up from the old journal confused. She had read the first couple of passages and was very confused. It was similar to what ponies wrote in the modern time. But the words were strange. FoE? Pony.town. Things like that. She then noticed it was dark. "Come on Spike, lets go to bed. We can continue in the morning." She said, gently picking up the now sleeping dragon. She closed the book, latching it and the trotted up stairs. Dragon in tow. =============================================================================== Some where in the wilderness. There was a ancient structure rise from the plant life around. Plant life grew here and there. Then suddenly, a flash of light appeared and a pony with rust red fur, a rust brown mane, and a army green officer's uniform, plus hat and a sword appears. Laying on the ground unconscious.