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// Tuesday 
// Story: Sunbeam 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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Day 4 of camp

My injuries remain insubstantial, though I have acquired numerous bruises from my training. I am not yet sufficient in the practice of evasion, though my skill is steadily growing, if not only to avoid additional injury.

My nutrition needs continue to be met by our rations. Bread, beans, and hot water appear to be sufficient, going forward.

The formation of the Old Guard faction, a dependant state formed in the Everfree Forest, has become hotly debated within the Sunbeam Corps. There are rumors that the nation may further fracture with time. I am unsure of what may become of those who dissent.





More flying machines as usual. It's been a little while since I've seen my parents, but I'm getting used to it. I just don't think about them anymore. Also, that whole "planes" thing from yesterday's report is another term I picked up, so I might switch between "airplane" and "flying machine". Not much else has been happening besides getting punched multiple times in training. King Blueblood is directing ponies to build out a mirror of Canterlot in the Everfree within the fort's boundaries, so that's a thing I guess.