Survival of the Fittest

Location: Equestria

Date: Unknown

Entry #: 1

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Today, Greg and I were somehow teleported to another planet. It all started out like a normal day in post-apocalyptic America. Fighting, foraging, surviving, the usual stuff. We were walking through the city, and came upon a lone survivor. I proceeded to sneak into an abandoned building, to get to a sniping spot, in case he was hostile. I accidentally alerted the man to my presence, who in turn attempted to mug Greg at gunpoint. I shot him, and we attracted a horde. We ran, found a HUMVEE, and drove off, to god-knows-where. I cleaned my weapons, and did a check of our supplies. The last thing I remember before blacking out, was wishing to get away from all of the suffering, to go to a safer place. Little did I know, my wish was to be granted.

We woke up in a meadow, outside of a medieval-looking town. A large group of armored horses approached us, weapons at the ready. Greg and I ran back to the HUMVEE, and pointed our weapons at them. One of them walked out from the group, and ordered us to lay down our arms. We refused, and he, although hesitantly, allowed us to keep our guns. He, along with the other ponies, lead us up to the castle, where we met the other ponies. They all introduced themselves, the important ones being The Three Princesses, Shining Armor; the one who gave us a nice welcoming, and The element bearers. After having a nice chat it them, we parted ways, and were told to leave our car in the carriage garage. We found our escort, retrieved our weapons and armor, and were escorted to our rooms.