March 10th 1001 PNM Monday

It has been three years since the Incident, and I have found a refreshing new town called ponyville. Everypony here is so lively and happy. The reason I am keeping this journal is because I overheard these two market ponies talking about how a journal will help the world remember you. The first and only person to notice me and the Cabin come into town was some psycho pink mare with three balloons for a cutie mark who was insisting on a party for me, which I would inevitably never go to. Not after what I have been through. The only way I got rid of her was to say I would come and that I would be her friend. Other than that, I was pretty much invisible. I swear, all those years of diving put a curse on me, not that I'm complaining. Oh and by the way, my kind of diving isn't underwater.

Some of you geeks out there know what I mean when I say mine involve ancient treasures and old mazelike structures. I'm no Daring Do, but I have seen my fair share of ancient ruins, and the dangers inside. I'm retired now, but sometimes I still go out to look for little myths and rumors. I even saw Slendermane and lived, though I wish I hadn't. How I survived all these years was thanks to my friends, and unbelievable amounts of luck. Except the one time me and my team pushed our luck too far.

Ever since the incident, I have tried to stay unimportant to ponies. I move my home from town to town to avoid attention. This brings me to the Cabin. The thing looks like a wood house on wheels, but it is more than that. It has a spike I call the water needle that I can drive into the ground with little effort. The spike could then be used to find underground water reservoirs, and tap into them. It also has a collapsable windmill for power to light the cabin and work the water needle. This three room, one floor house was a birthday gift by an old friend by the name Pied Piper. She was a great inventor, mechanic, and a bucking good musician if you ask me.

After cutting across town, I set up the Cabin in an old, reliable diving spot: the Everfree Forest. Or at least on the inside edge of it. How this town will react to having a living ghost like me, I don't know. All I know is I have a distinct feeling this place will change me forever. And while we are on the topic of me, the name is Food Fighter. I am a 22 year old colt with a grey mane and a light brown hide. My cutie mark is a literal knuckle sandwich: a fist in between two slices of bread with lettuce and a tomato.

Some may be asking what kind of a name is that, and honestly, you are right. It is weird, but it fits the description. The three things I d best are dive, cook, and fight, and the diving part I already explained. When I get bored, I like to experiment with foods and recipes, and then I test drive the final product. If it seems good, I will then sell it to the local confectionery that matches the recipe type. The fighting part is because I had to deal with nasties in the dungeons, or guys who try to steal money from me or my clients, for both food or artifacts. Now, I'm an earth pony, you see, so you'd think that I buck, or something, but I don't. Instead, I go up on my hind legs and start swingin' with my front hooves. It is really strenuous on my hind legs, so I tend to just do quick pokes or try to sweep out legs.

Anyway, I'll tell more about today. After I found a good spot for the Cabin, I went back into town to see how the ponies acted like. I have been to Ponyville before, but I just went straight to the old castle with my team. Anyway, I ran into this weird little pegasus filly. She seemed to be staring into the sky like something amazing was going to happen, but honestly, I had seen It all before. At least that's what I had thought until a streak of colors swooped down in front of me, slammed into the turf with an groundbreaking thud, then took of again. Clearly, this was what had entertained the young pegasus. I looked up again to see who this living blur was, but all I saw was a small rainbow streak of a pegasus that was moving at speeds most ponies aren't built for.

Then, another pegasus dropped into my view, but much slower than the first. She was a mailmare, as her outfit pointed out. She called me over to her. Turns out she had a party invitation for me, which was odd, considering I just got here. Turns out it was from the pink mare from earlier, who goes by the name "Pinkie". Unfortunately, I know about her supposedly life changing parties, and how she will hunt the guest of honor down so to make them go. Still, I won't go, spazzy pony or not.

When I asked a passerby where the local food place was, he pointed me to the center of town. Town square apparently has a building called Sugarcube Corner, or something like that. On the way there, I saw two fillies in a wagon being pulled by the pegasus filly from earlier. As they whizzed past me, I heard something about going fast enough to time travel, which is ridiculously impossible, unless a unicorn casts an old spell. When I got to Sugarcube Corner, I saw a building that looked like a giant pink cake. when I got inside, I almost collapsed from the amazing smell coming from the back. Surely, the owner would be an amazing candidate for being a recipe client, but that would come later. I strolled up to the counter, which had a teal hided, pink maned mare behind it. I asked her what they had, and she replied that all they had right then was hayburgers. So I bought two, found a table, and ate while I listened into some conversations.

A pair of ponies next to me were having a conversation about a DJ on tour coming into town, gonna remember that one. Another pair of hoity toity ponies across the room were talking about a local fashionista going to some big town to showcase a new line. Three ponies were waiting in line, talking about a new action movie I've already seen. There were a group of fillies fangirling over some anime series. I was listening in on a riveting conversation about a big fight and which of the two contenders would destroy the other, when a sharp pain shot through my right hoof. I Turned right to find the culprit, but all I saw was my hoof in my mouth. I had been so distracted by the conversation that I had not realized I had eaten all my food. I got up, tossed the trash, and gave the counter mare a three bit tip. When I did this, she got an excited look before regaining composure and giving me the standard farewell. Apparently, tips are rare in this town.

Anyway, gonna call it a day. Had to stay up all night last night so I could get here today. Probably gonna need some rest if I'm gonna hide from that Pinkie character. I will try to keep this journal updated. After all, it is a new town, and definitely new adventures

Food Fighter

Author's Note

My first storytelling type: journal. I like this one because of all the false setups and foreshadowing I could do. I did this style first just so you could get a look into how the main character thinks. Sorry if it was rambly. If you like this style, let me know. I did some research to find out how the equestrian calendar works, however, I could find no historical event place holders (things Like A.D or B.C), so decided to use the banishment of Nightmare Moon for a reference, hence PNM or Post Nightmare Moon. Since season one was around the time of the 1000th year of Nightmares Banishment, I had assumed it was a year later till season two. If anybody knows when Celestia first came to power, I would love to know so I can edit it to fit the time. Oh, and no, I do not have a thing against Pinkie. Thanks!