Book ??? Chapter ???

So I guess I'm really doing this huh? It's really fun to be fun but I guess it has to be done. My name is Damian inkwell. I'm going to explain everything that's different about my universe that I know now that I didn't know in the past.

In my universe I live in the closing district which is next to the factory district, the closing district is only called that because every house and building other then my dads business is closed for destruction. Now I assume that you all think I live in a place called manehaten. Nope. I live in a city called ponopillis. It's a giant city almost but not as big as the metropolis of canterlot a place that takes up the entire space on the top of a mountain that was flattened half way down. There are other cities but I'll probably talk about them at a later date.

Now let's talk about the biggest differences of my universe that when I found out I became super depressed. Number one princess Celestia killed all the other alicorns and wrote history to say that she has been always and forever will be only queen of equestria. Her sister didn't go crazy Celestia did but not like daybreaker as I've recently heard about. No she went power crazy. Her sister fought to protect us. After she died Celestia went on a killing spree slowly brainwashing who was left to worship her and see her as queen,

The second biggest difference is all the city's and technical advances. Celestia wanted more ways to be seen to be praised so she forced her scientists to advance that technology. This is why equestria is super behind in medical science and is trying hard to catch up.

The third and biggest thing is there is no such thing as the elements of harmony. Most of the ponys that made up the elements that I've heard of are either dead or nothing like they would have been. I'll probably explain more in a later chapter about my life.
Actually I think I should just make a book about myself and my life.

The fourth and most important difference is race rules. To put it in short. My Equestria is racist as fuck. Zebras and mules are slaves. Normally mud p- earth ponys, sorry old habit. Earth ponys are normally also slaves other then the ones that stand up for themselves or ones that are brought up with family. Pegasi and unicorns are high class, unicorn higher class then pegasi.

Anyway I think I'll explain what I can do and why I'm so powerful. It will make literally shit for any kind of sense but basically I used to be horrible at writing. Then I found a group online, it was about getting better at writing. I joined and smiled as I met them. Their were 16 of us at the start.

We fucking sucked at staying on topic and normally texted each other. Then came the day the legend was told. A alter in the middle of the Everfree Jungle, a sanctuary. It could give us the quickest way to being masters of writing. I know it sounds crazy but it turns out to be true. Not only that but I'm of course the one of the group to find it, you don't need to know how currently.

So I take the group of unicorns and Pegasus and one zebra. He was one of my best friends for different reasons and he wanted to be a representative for his race. I want him to be known because he was a big part of my life. I can't say his name cause he was not given a proper one by his parents.

Sorry off topic. Anyway this place of sanctuary and the alter warped the trees and everything around it. It looked like paper that had ever changing words on it, I couldn't read half of them. The main part was a table with a chair and a giant quill that was dipped into a inkpot. We had to bring the biggest books we could and we had to write out a line of words over and over well chanting something as the group. I won't say more then that because if you find this and you have one of your own in your universe I don't want you to experience this hell we unleashed by accident.

Here is the best part. When I did it something weird happened and the quill lit on fire as I wrote page after page of something before the pages burnt and disintegrated. Then my cutie mark of a inkwell changed to have a flaming quill in it. It straight fucked me cause my dad thought I got a tattoo. He hated me for months after that.

A few months after that we found we were better but I wanted more, And so did everyone else. And we went back and did it again. And we kept doing this. Till well, I wrote myself my soon to be worst enemy as the quill was on fire again and brought him to life. Everyone couldn't believe it. But at that point I was happier then ever as I had my very own friend of ink that was a pony. We all did it more slowly we became corrupted I and four of the others realized this. We ran and hid ourselves in our own respective places to protect them. I had to see friends leave as the others got corrupted and then the next four years of my life started. I had to block them from the book and it's powers. It was me and every creature I made versus the whole bloody 12 of them. I got a pony made that would continuously change the location of the alter.

Funny thing is during all this I had a hole bunch of shit happen. Ranging from me and my friend Bigshot starting a mafia and mob in one. Me helping my dad keep the company. A bunch of other shit. But it's not my turn for that. I'm going to stop writing about myself now and start on the other me that I'm with. Trust me. I'm the best out of the group. I mean group because there are me and him. And the totality completely evil versions of us. This is the multiverse after all. And it's true and real. Even in the universe where it isn't. It's fucking mentally draining when trying to explain it so I'm going to leave that up to the me in the universe where I did and the universe where you read that version. Anyway I think I'm done here and fuck it. It works for me. My hoof is cramping bad.