//------------------------------// // Sci-Twi Vault 606 Journal Audio Logs // Story: Fallout Equestria Girls: Tales from the Canterlot Wasteland // by Dalek-Galvo //------------------------------// Journal Entry #1: It all started when I and my friends were enjoying a nice and peaceful lunch at Sugar Cube Corner, our favorite hangout. We were talking about a lot of things. Then Rainbow brought up all the news bulletins about the nuclear bombs that were being recorded. Sunset then ensured all of us that nothing bad would happen, but she was glad that we sighed the vault-tech letters when we did, just to be prepared. Then, Rarity told us to look at the television. My heart just sank when we heard that nuclear bombs had been seen being dropped on Everton, Manehatten, and that Canterlot City was next. Soon, everyone started to panic as these sirens kept saying, "Attention residents of Canterlot City, please head to your registered vaults immediately. That's when all of us finally got out of our seats and started heading to our registered vaults. But as we were heading towards our vault, we all got separated in the crowd of people. I was so scared out of my mind that I was starting to cry. I screamed my friends' names, asking if they were nearby, but I got no response. Soon, the huge crowd of people started to dissipate as I saw three Vault-Tech employees looking right at me as they said that I was registered for Vault 606. I started to wonder if I would ever get to see my friends again as I heard a sudden boom outside as the vault door closed behind me. Fallout Equestria Girls: Tales from the Canterlot Wasteland Written By Grand-Galvatron Journal Entry #2: I started my first day of life in the vault; it was really pleasant for the first day. All the employees were nice, and I think I made friends with the vault's overseer. Gotta say though, the food could have been a lot better. Journal Entry #3: I started my job in the vault, and I was responsible for getting rid of any pests that may come into the vault. I mean, it's not the worst job ever, but I was wishing that I could've been a scientist, a doctor, or something like that. But I guess you can't always get everything you want. Journal Entry #4: As I begin Day 6 of life in the vault, I just squashed a cockroach—well, one larger than a normal cockroach. It also seemed far more aggressive than usual. Maybe this was caused by nearby radiation coming from outside. I hope that no radiation is seeping inside the vault. Journal Entry #5: Starting Day 13, I saw some of the scientists quietly talking to each other about something. Their whispers were so quiet, I could hardly understand what they were saying. Something about the vault door Is the door broken or something? Journal Entry #6: Day 18: Today was a relaxing day. I spent my day off today eating lunch in the cafe and swimming in the pool. (Snicker) Who knew that the vault suit could also count as a wet suit? Journal Entry #7: Day 39: I saw some of my fellow dwellers starting to act strangely, as if they tripped on something and were walking on a limp, or like they were acting like complete zombies. Well, they weren't attacking anyone; they were just wandering. It was creepy. Journal Entry #8 Day 57: Something is wrong; more and more people aren't acting right. And something is happening to my body. My skin is starting to slowly but surely deteriorate. I tried to talk to the overseer, but he said that I must have gotten a horrible rash and I shouldn't worry about it. I don't think that this is a rash at all. Journal Entry #9 Day 72: Alright, it tears it; something is wrong with me; the rashes on my skin are growing bigger and bigger than before. And I'm starting to act strangely too. One day, the overseer saw me talking to a painting, almost like it was another person. It took about 10 whole minutes before I finally snapped out of my fit of madness. The overseer said that I needed to talk to a psychologist in the medical clinic nearby. What's happening to me? Journal Entry #10 Day...Oh, fuck the day. I can't tell what day it is anymore. I can see how the other dwellers look at me. Especially that stupid overseer. Can't he see that I'm perfectly fine? I bet they all want to kill me in my sleep. I SEE WHAT THEY WANT WITH ME! Well, they won't get a chance to kill me...CAUSE I'LL KILL THEM FIRST. I'LL RIP THEIR EYEBALLS OUT, I'LL EAT THEIR SKIN TILL THEY'RE NOTHING BUT BONES! I...I'll...Oh my gosh, what did I just say? (Begins sobbing.) Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. What's happening to me? Journal Entry #11: Mr. Jones tried to bite me, and I saw him starting to transform into some kind of green-hulking mutant. Then he started to attack anyone nearby. Other people started transforming too. That's when I decided to take off running, and as soon as I got into my room, I barricaded all the doors so none of those things could get in. Why were they attacking each other? WHAT'S HAPPENING?!! Journal Entry #12: I keep hearing the roars and screams outside my room, and I also hear gunshots. I'm scared...I'm so scared. Why is all of this happening? Oh, I wish that someone would just give me an answer already! Journal Entry #13: S-Somethinnngs...Happening to me: I feel like my mind is turning to mush, my skin is continuing to deform at a much quicker rate, and... I'm starting to see and hear things. Oh God, I feel like I'm losing my mind. Someone...Anyone...Please save me! Journal Entry #14: (Talking in a raspy voice) Oh God, my face. What happened to my face? It looks all disheveled and deformed, and my voice has changed as well. My hair has fallen out in a few places, but most of it is still on my head. I hope that there is a cure for whatever is happening to my body. Journal Entry #15: My work continues, as I try to keep my grasp on whatever sanity I have left. Music seems to help with my mental state, and Nuka-Cola also helps. I also got a new hobby of painting, well if you count scribbling gibberish on the walls of my room as painting, I guess that's the only way freaks like me can communicate. Journal Entry #16: I don't know how much longer my barricade is going to hold. I can hear the people outside banging on the door trying to break inside. But if their intent is hostile, I won't go down without a fight. That's why I got this trusty shotgun with me. Journal entry #17: Well, this was bound to happen eventually, the mutants were finally able to break the barricade I made. And I braced myself for a confrontation, but instead, to my surprise, the Mutants and Ghouls didn't want to fight, but to help me get out of this room. My weak frail body was carried by three other Ghouls, and I was sent to the Cafe. I got a lot of food in my system. Final Journal Entry: Well heck, I guess the other Ghouls and Mutants just wanted to befriend me, well I guess that would be the case since I am a Ghoul. I and a few other Ghouls then went to work to change this horrific Vault-Tech cage into a paradise for any other troubled mutant that wants a good place to hide from those raiders and non-ghoul folk. I give you, Feractopolis, where all Mutants are welcome...well, except for Death-claws...and Fire Geckos...and Centaurs...and Feral Ghouls...well you know what I mean. So, I guess that this is my life now...as a Ghoul. Will Continue in Sunset Shimmer Vault 303 Journal Audio Logs