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// PERSONAL LOG 1 first victory first retreat {V2} 
// Story: large bot small battles 
// by Status L 
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Start log.


So there we were myself against the old pillars of the land I would later kome to know as equestria in a world ruled by ponies in a beam struggle worthy of epics (I think I have not yet seen any other beam struggles from the 1st person).

'Nuke I'm going to fucking die!' Not really the brightest thing but very accurate nonetheless a red beam coming from your forehead makes it very unsurprisingly difficult to see what is happening luckily I have various energy sensors standard equipment for any command or scout type mobile suit telling me everything I would have ever hoped to know, but I did not know how to use them yet. 'I really wish I knew what is happening right fucking now.'

But back then I was more like,"Aaaaahhhh!" So yeah lucky me I discovered the sensors. 'Aaaahhhh is there any way to see what is happening lets think, warning hostile laser reading has passed the 2,5 meters threshold away from the suits antenna.' Yeah so turns out I subconsciously run the subroutines of what you would expect of an onboard A.I. similar to what the smaller brain would do but I can also forsefully take control of all systems.

I used this connection with myself (That sounded better before I put it into the log.) to inspect the giant lazer the enemy are using. 'okay so I seam to be able to use my fucking  subrou-' I already went over this part lets skip it. [ memory fast-forward's] 'Okay the enemy beam seems to be made up of seven parts held together by the middle one if I am correct then I should only be seriously efected by more than 000010 hitting wait do I calculate in binary now?' Yes yes I even think in binary but am translating it all to English. 'more than 2 parts hitting me but the center beam is being protected by the other 000110 no 6 beams for al but a tiny hole in the center so bucking and mostly focusing on that point shall in theory save me and allow me to split the opponents beam allowing me to final fucking win this nuked beam struggle.'

And it worked I beat them although they seamed to have a shield protecting them allowing them to come out unconscious but slightly less damaged then me so fearing that they would wake back up I ran away as fast as possible and am now here hiding among the trees hoping my camouflage is effective at the side of a clif close to a mounted with what seams to be a young settlement at the bottom of the overly colorful tiny horses and since if I remember correctly horses under 1,5 meters tall are dubbed pony's and they all fit that criteria according to my calculations of our comparative sizes I shall refer to them as the pony.


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