When worlds collide

Dear diary,

Got a good bit done today. I'll start off with my progress in magic stuff. As it turns out, all I have to do is think about what I want to cast and it happens, so long as I have enough mana... like in a video game. I don't know how to tell how much mana I have yet, but I hope to figure it out soon. I wonder if it works like in a video game where I get more mana reserves as I become more experienced. Well, however it works, at least I have an easier way to write for about thirty minutes.

So, I have some food. Seems I'm not the only life in this frozen wilderness. Only thing is that I didn't expect anything but trees to grow in this environment, but I was wrong. So, what did I find, you ask? A good sized patch of flowers. They're unlike any flower I've ever seen, but I'm not going to question their existence right now. Anyway, they're rock solid until put in your mouth, then they simply melt away like they're made from ice or something. They've also got a very sweet taste similar to cherries. That could just be my pony taste buds talking, or it may be how they really do taste, I'm not really sure, but... whatever, food! The best part? They're within eyeshot of the cabin. I hope I can grow them, it'd help a ton. Side note: I wish unicorns could eat meat.

I've also started working on the worn out walls. It's not been that easy, there's tons of holes and whatnot, but it's working out. Honestly, I never expected a table and a couple of sheets to be so good at keeping out the elements... ok, so it's not that great, but it works well enough for me right now. I'm calling myself an improvised wall repair pony... ok, scratch that title... it sounded better in my head.

Anyway, I also got a hold of some clothes. They're a tad big at the moment, but I can probably fix that eventually. The most important part is that they keep me warm. I do kind of wonder how horses survive without warm clothes in the wild... these fur coats seem awful thin. Did I mention I look like a lumberjack? Because I look like a lumberjack pony. Wow, true and it sounds like a cooler title... might just stick with that one.

Anyway, before I start rambling, I'll talk about one last thing: weapons. Yes, I'm armed now. Can't fire more than once before I lose focus, but I'll be able to overcome that obstacle eventually. When I do, anything that means me harm better stay away, cause I'm deadly. Oh, and I always aim for the head. And you might be interested in knowing what weapon I have, and the answer is a classic Colt 1911. Fires 45 caliber rounds, so if it doesn't kill you, you'll wish it did. They're also very reliable. Even after supposedly five years in this cold ass weather, when other things HAVE frozen, thi__________

Alright, back from my little break. Remember how I said I can write for about thirty minutes? Well, that IS my limit right now. Anyway, so as I was saying before my magic just ever so rudely cut out... my 1911 hasn't frozen like everything else in this place. Lots of other things, even those made out of metal, froze, but this thing didn't somehow.

Well, that about does it for my updates for today. Nothing else of interest really happened. Until tomorrow...

• The Lumberjack pony