//------------------------------//
// Entry 14 and 15 
// Story: PONY OR DIE 1 
// by MLPG 
//------------------------------//





Entry 14, by Krabb


Entry 15, by Manefag

"Twilight, what the heck is going on here?"
Pinkie's voice was muffled and vaguely cardboard-y, similarly to the other boxes. With a sigh, the Element of Magic spoke up, repeating a similar paragraph for the fourth time today.
"My magic's acting up. I'd assume Discord has something to do with it-it's never given me trouble before, and it requires an immense amount of magic to override another unicorn's, plus-boxes, of all things. It doesn't affect Zebras, since Zecora's right here. My magic only seems to work in the realm of "cardboard boxes" right now, so I can't reverse it, and Zecora can hardly mix a potion when none of you can drink it. Anything she'd mix to annul my magic might leave you locked, so I'll wait until sunset. This hill's a good distance away from Ponyville, so we should be fine. Sunset usually breaks non-entrenched enchantments, so now all we need to do is wait."
With that said, Twilight settled back on her haunches, looking at the boxes. "We've got a good six or seven hours until sunset. Big Mac, Cherrilee, Spike, Pinkie, why don't we trade stories?"
There was a muffled chorus of agreement, and Big Mac's slow drawl began to dictate the story of how he'd gotten his Cutie Mark.