Im writing this mainly to document my daily doings, and to rant about nothing like someone’s listening, but also because im starting to forget things without noticing. I guess that its all par for the course when your know as a quote-un-quote ‘Evil Genius’, though I prefer the term Intelligent Opportunist. If it wasn’t evidently clear im an inventor, one that can create anything if given enough time, and incentive. That means a shit ton of cash to the uneducated. That jab was primarily aimed at the ponies who’ve attended Celestias School for Gifted Unicorns, I always hated those pompous mother fuckers, always thinking their better than everyone, but I digress.

As for what’s being created as of writing this, it’s a bit hard to explain. Think of a ship cannon, then down size it enough to be carried on your shoulder, that’s what im building in a nutshell. Though in function it is very different, it doesn’t fire a conventional cannon ball, instead it fires something much more exciting. It fires bolts of molten metal, it doesn’t even require a specified ammunition, the power pack that I’ve rigged to the back melts anything in the cannons chamber for ammo. As for the power pack itself, well, let me go on record and say its not powered by anything legal, and its more towards morally ambiguous.

Not that morals bother me much , I couldn’t care less, as long as im having fun and im getting paid, I don’t care what im doing. It’s not like I murder innocent people, I merely supply the means to do so, if that’s what im paid to do. Its not the only thing I do, making weapons that is, I make other shit, just last month i made a helmet that could protect against just about anything. (Though I couldnt get the helmet back off so the guy starved to death, not the best way to go but shit happens.) It’s just that weapons are fucking awesome, and not boring. I can make an engine that runs on highly illegal materials, but that would be boring. Not to mention that there are much more suitable people out there, mainly a certain earth pony who’s been making noise in the gray version of the black market as an inventor.

But not everything is happy go lucky as of late unfortunately, other than forgetting things as of late, many of my regular clients have gone missing, are unresponsive to my inquiries , or are confirmed to be dead. To me it's all to much of a coincidence that all of my regulars are gone, so my leading theory is that either they all have gotten caught by the law, which is highly unlikely, or someone has it out for me, which wouldn’t surprise me given so of the more, unsavory, things that I’ve done in the name of science and boredom. I get really bored if you couldnt tell, and I still don't know why im writting tis as if someone is going to read it, I guess I really am bored.

So as I write this I am preparing to ride out to my last clients last known location, or at least where the tracker I fitted him with went silent. He looked shifty so I took precautions to make sure I knew exactly where he was at all times, never hurts to know when you need to make someone disappear. The map with the annoying little blip had gone quiet the other day, curiously the last location was on the outskirts of a little backwater town called Rockland Isles that rested right on the border of the Badlands. It's not the most memorable of towns since the only info I could pull up about it was almost none, just the population that rested at a measly seventy nine people. Then that brings up another question, why was my client there in the first place? He dealt with train technology, not agricultural, terraforming, or even mining tech. But, If there was any way to get answers it’s to find them yourself, hence the reason I built the Molten Launcher. If the person who is behind all of this is someone who can take down some of the most guarded and powerful people in the world, it wouldn’t hurt to come prepared for a fight, and a tough one at that, for all I know they have the armor I built for Desert Tech years ago. Thats not going to be fun if my hunch turns out to be true.

The thing that bothers me the most is what am I going to find there? I honestly have no idea, for all I know its just someone with a vendetta against me, or people I supply, which by proxy means that they’d be after me as soon as they know that I supplied those they despise. Though this is all speculation, I wont know until I find out myself, its not like the law is any help, since none of the disappearances have made news, meaning the law is in on it or the people causing it all has a hand in the law and media to cover it all up. All of which is extremely concerning, sure I’ve had my fair share of dealing with mobsters, gangs, even privte militaries, but this is something bigger. I can feel it, and it isn’t good.

It’s not that I cared for the people that went missing, they all were scum, but they paid well so I didn’t care what they did, be it murder, torture, or live experimentation. Plus if I did try to take the high road I’d be a hypocrite, I’ve done it all and then some, and I had a damn good time too. But now someone’s messing with my business, and in turn with my money, with my fun.

Now my train will be here soon so ill end this entry here, but let it be known I will find answers, because no one messes with my entertainment, least they want to disappear and end up in my lab.

Author's Note

Well here we go again, another train whreck waithing to happen.

Also, this story takes place in the same universe as my other story of which I am aptly naming Mechaniverse.

It's 2am so have fun with commmenting, whoever actually bothers to do it, but if you do constructive critisim is highly appreciated.