June 4, 2015
Dear Journal,
My back really hurts. My back REALLY freaking hurts. It hurts like hell, but it was worth it. I'm still working on a name for this thing. Or at the very least a better opening. Maybe I could stop saying an opening entirely? It doesn't matter, today was a huge day! A great day! Like bigger than the day I discovered magic! Like bigger than everyday since the transformation combined!
I found a survivor!
Or, rather, he found me. Right, let me explain. Today was the day I was supposed to grab some luxury items. Once again, I ended up finding a quicker and easier way to solve my problem. I decided to spend my nights in a nearby apartment. At least until I found a better means to move around heavy items, as well as an aesthetically pleasing way to do it. Luckily the apartment is only about a block away. Like a five minute walk. Once I become more confident in my movements, it might even shorten. I'm basically a horse now, I should be able to go much faster than a human.
Anyways, so that was solved in the first few hours of the day. I needed something else to do, so I decided to practice magic. As usual, no big luck. I got just the slightest bit closer in focus vs. clearness. I think I get the idea of what I need to do, but pulling it off isn't working. But I'm close... I can feel it.
After the failure of the magic, I decided to go back to the hill where the box and car was, and decided to see if I could find the elusive survivor. I looked at the box and tried to decide where it could have come from. I looked around for awhile before yelling in frustration. I was ready to give up until I heard "Look out below!" yelled from above me. I froze, startled, before feeling a great force land on top of me.
Once I determined I wouldn't black out from the pain, I slowly stood up and turned to see what had landed on me. What met my eyes was certainly not what I was expecting. There, slowly getting up, was a pegasus of all things! I was flabbergasted, but in retrospect I should have seen it coming. He apologized to me, but explained he needed something soft to land on. He had been stuck on the roof, but had seen my while flying at one point, so he kept giving signs to help me find him. When I asked why he didn't fly down, he said the following:
"Well, you saw my handiwork, didn't you? The car crash? All me good sir. Threw a brick right on that gas pedal, stood on top, and let the wind blow through my mane. I was trying to lift off. I stood on the car and angled my wings until it caught the wind and I flew. Until I didn't. Crashed right onto that roof and injured myself. I've been stuck up there for two days. Thanks for the help, Leon old chum!"
I neglected to mention that I neither knew him, nor helped him. I led him back to the grocery store so I could feed him — he was on a roof for two days after all — and he talked nonstop. How mixed of a blessing can you get? I should be grateful though, at least I don't have to talk to that corner again...
Nah, I'll keep talking to Martha. But now the person I talk to can respond! That's certainly great. He said his name was Max. We had a nice dinner discussion. He slept through most of the day, seeing as how he was injured. I only woke him up to eat. He's awake right now though.
Yep! I'm awake and doing well at that! Except for my hurt wings. I-
Max, back off while I'm doing my journal entries! You'll get your chance later.
Fine.
So, you can probably see he's... a bit of a pain. I'm sure you can still hear me! Gah, all this dialogue is going to screw up this entry. I'll have to move this to a private room to do this more, so he doesn't inter- no, that's not why I want to bring a computer to a private room! The internet doesn't even work anymore!
Max did tell me something interesting though. He mentioned that he met a thestral, of all creatures. It, excuse me, he told Max that a colony was starting in Bastrop. I looked at the map, and that's about a three day walk, and that's for a human.
I'm gonna need to start gathering supplies. I think the majority of work from now on will be towards getting supplies to go to Bastrop. I will find more ex-humans.
I will survive.
– Leon
Hey, so... Leon wanted me to put some stuff in here to. What's up you guys? Well... I'm referring to a journal as "guys." Is that how low I've stooped?
Probably, who cares?!
So yeah, I've gotta admit. When I figured out there was a survivor, I was really pumped! Though I have to admit I was just a tad disappointed when it was a guy. But hey, beggars can't be choosers, huh? Leon's been criticizing me every waking hour about that stunt with the car. Hey, David seemed pretty impressed with it. David was the thestral. Although he was a tad disgruntled as well. We invented the facehoof! That was fun!
Anyway, I was unconscious most of the day, so not much to say. See ya later!
– Max
"Dear Dallas, Texas,
"Today I finally found another survivor, na-"
"Max! I'm Max!"
"Max, please back off!"
"Hey man, we're in this together."
"Just let me do this!"
"Fine."
"Anyway... yeah, I found a survivor. Max.
"Maybe there's more of you out there. I hope... please be more out there."
"Sincerely, dearly wishing,
Leon."
"And Max."
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A whole colony? And only bat-ponies?
FIVE days after the world ended?
OK, either something weird is going on (a full plane/train/buss or something that all got the same throw of the pony shaped novelty dice), or Max is fibbing his pretty little head off.
Either way, things should get interesting going forward.
A colony? That's... fast. Considering it took A seven days to find a single person in a major metropolitan area.
Max seems fun though. Treating a wing injury? Not as fun. Particularly with hooves.
So, did they manage to get a radio tower online to organis the colony? Or is the colony just a few ponies that managed to find each other through exploration?
While this chapter seemed rushed, I'm not criticising it this time round because it contributed to his excitement. Though there are some missing details I'd like to see.
6052539 Look at the journal date. It's actually over a week, this person didn't start a journal until 1 week in.
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Okay, so to those of you with questions (like these two fine gentlepeople here), this was actually a crossover. The thestral Max met, David, is from an upcoming story that for some reason hasn't been released. All I was told was that a colony is starting up. I barely even know more than Max does. I'm on an adventure with Max and Leon at this point. All I know, and all they know, is saddle up: an adventure is to be had.
6052622 What type of injury did Max get, by the way? I didn't quite get that part from the entry.
6052622 Not a bad idea, it can help you get in character. My tip for you is make Max as informal as possible that you can be without it seeming too superficial. All of the #banter. Basically make him the guy with +5 Charisma modifier.
6052640 That'll be expanded upon in the next post, worry not.
A colony? Already? Even lightly borrowed from another story, I'm not sure that's a good idea given the events laid out so far in the main story. Feels like a good way to eventually run afoul of whatever explanation is given for the disappearances and the tiny number of ponies who remained.
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Oh, yeah.
Missed that. Good eyes.
Still, twelve days isn't exactly a grand and terrifying abyss of deep time compared to five, so my main point about something seeming off about a whole bat-pony colony forming so fast still stands.
6052873 Don't worry My Little Brony, it will be ok.
I will not rush them getting to Bastrop. The majority of the story will still be focused on basic survival. They'll just occasionally put aside resources. Think of the glass jar you put pennies into. When that jar is full, they move out. So if they do make it to Bastrop, it won't be for a long time.
And even if they do move out, nothing says they will not have any problems.
6053088 My Little Brony? What?
6052993 I'd expect it's not just Bat Ponies. Also, maybe they got access to a radio tower?
One think they could have done is set up a call centre to automatically call every phone in the region then log the ones that answer and call them back. Then you've found people. Or patch through the ones that answer back to you.
One nit: in a world without MLP and bronies, the term "thestral" is, as far as I can tell, exclusive to the Harry Potter books. It seems a bit of a leap for someone to see a pony with bat wings and slit pupils, and immediately associate them with skeletal winged horses that can only be seen by those who've witnessed death.
Then again, someone made that same leap in this fandom already, so what do I know?
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Yeah it reminds me a series of two novels called Infection ( in french, I don't know if it's translated ). A group of survivors were pumped to get to a survival camp. They stayed about two days there, there were too many people ( thousands ), they had to give out weapons and their vehicle. Live conditions were awful and they had to work too. Finally they stole back their gear and got back outside on basic survival, facing Zombies.
Also it reminds me of Zombieland, the story about people from North hearing the promise land was South.
hey you ever seen that key and peele skit where they are in the apocolypse and one is goofing of and being a jackass while the other is super serious and has a gun then they find each other but the one with a gun kills the jackass. forgive me for not being specific but it has been a while since i saw it. i would be the one with the gun. sort of.