Another day dawned.
But like all days in this era: it wasn't a day with filled happyness.
The sky has turned to ash, the ground dark of rot and burned objects.
Off in the distance: factories of the invaders were working on whatever they where making in there.
Ponies never had to feel something as evil as hate before.
But it was needed for survival on this now unforgiving planet.
The princesses have surrenderd almost a year ago by now and our numbers only shrunk even futher down towards extinction.
Our race's magic has worn off about the same time our princesses surrendered.
Magic is extinct, as is friendship. We are next.
Our morality has worn off. It's either fight, or die.
Nowadays, mothers will go as far as to kill their fillies. There are no mouths to feed.
And the humans? They're doing well. Our plague strategy was figured out and cured. Damn those scientists.
Death is now our news bulletin.
Wether it is due to starvation,dehydration or due too the bullets of mankind: a dead pony is another scar in our crippled race.
We rarely come up to the surface, it is just too dangerous. And only the bravest of stallions go up there.
Collecting whatever we can scavenge of the world.
Our race has become a vulture.
Tearing apart buildings, graves and fallen comrades...
We do not know what happend to the princesses, we do not know what they have done to those who they've taken away into slavery. And neither do we know what they are going to do to us.
("Sunburst.....")
A makeshift gouverment has been set up.
All the remaining ponies live in special chambers underground.
About 4000 have been made, each containing 1000 persons of our race.
5 of them remain as we speak.
Our diet mostly consists out of mushrooms and dried out grass.
Flowers have witherd a long time ago.
("Sunburst wake up you lazy bum!")
Extinction is already lurking around the corner, no thread we had to face before had decimated our numbers like this.
But there must be another way! Can't we turn this around? The door to wisdom is meters out of my reach... I'm so close....
"Hey! Wake the fuck up! We don't have all day!"
"fuck... Okay!"
I cracked open my eyes, one by one. Sgt. Moonshine kept his bold eyes fixed on me.
"Up. Right the fuck now."
"Yeah yeah no need to yell at me like that. Moonshit"
"You just bought yourself another hour on the farm Sunburst."
"Now get your plot moving!"
Sgt.Moonshine is the only pony who made it out alive of the human prison camp
The stories he brought with him were terrifying enough to send shivers down the spine.
But nopony could confirm these stories even though: he was treaded with respect in the entire "chamber" Everypony respected him, Everypony but me..
Live in the chamber is like living in hell's outhouse, humans can't enter these chambers, but their influence did penetrate the metal walls protecting the last of our kin.
Hate,pessimism and even betrayal were daily events, and all where punished severly.
Which is what I recieved again.
I hopped out of the bed and begun looking around in my room for some spare bits to get myself some grub for the task ahead of me.
The passage I had to cross to get to the market p was filled with boxes.
The entire place was dirty and the stench of our own feces lingered in the air.
This place hasn't changed one bit.
It may be hell, but we called it home..
22.52 AM, friday 7 august, 2043
I just arrived at the rift base. I must say, it is impressive. Its a huge block of concrete, with a fence around it. There are enormous defense cannons around the building. I first found it weird that they were aimed at the building itself, but that was obviously because they didn't want people, or, most likely, ponies, to come out. After looking at the building for some time, I drove further with my Skoda to the fence. I had to get out of the car, and go trough an scanner. I think it was to detect if you weren't a changeling, but didn't ask it. When I was scanned "clean" I had to walk to the military barracks next to the concrete building. I noticed the letters "APD" written in red at the side of the building. I hope I have found out what it means the next time I write.
I'm now in the barrack. And its kinda time to sleep, since I need to wake up early tomorrow.
I put my diary away in my bag an went to sleep. It will become a long day tomorrow...
7.34 AM, friday 7 august, 2043
We have been in this other dimension for eleven years now, and it has been fucked up. I remember being here when the rift just opened. It was beautiful. All the happiness was simply visible. Nobody was arguing, scared or angry at us. They welcomed us to their land and brought us to their queens.
We were in peace. And it was beautiful. They shared their oil with us, without even needing an compensation (we only had to promise to never eat meat in their universe). They didn't think about them selfs, only about how we were feeling.
Then, 2 years after that, it changed. Creatures called changelings appeared, and took over some of the human soldiers. They started killing the ponies. Not just one, but around 30 ponies were killed. And they didn't believe it were the changelings. They didn't believe changelings could take over humans. So that same day the princesses declared war with the human race. At first the ponies were no threat. But then they killed our oil supply. And they started to attack every human in Equestria on sight. It was horrible to see those humans getting beaten up, close to death, by those stallions. We never held that for possible that that little cute creatures were capable of such violence. The president of America saw that the situation needed to be changed otherwise the ponies will hurt or even kill more humans. The NATO came together (with Russia and china) to talk about the problem. They came to the conclusion that an counterattack had to start. The counterattack begun. Now I have to join it. Ill write again when I have arrived at the rift
I closed my diary and putted it in my bag. I walked to my car and drove to the rift. This will become a long month....
