Day 3. (or day 1 in this diary)
Hello everyone that A. somehow found this and B. somehow does believe my description. To be basic and frank, yes I am in a dystopian equestria. I have been here for about 3 days and have not seen a soul here. Also this is like the 5th time I’ve written this beginning section and I am not rewriting it. Or more retyping it.
In any case, I guess a synopsis of these past three days and why i'm even typing right now is an order. May as well start with myself. Names Tristan. I’m not dumb enough to give a last name in case I actually get out of here. I am a high school student, 17 and was in my Junior year before I ended up here. I got here, funnily enough, because I took a detour through the woods since I was runnin late to school. I guess i’m still running late, it’s just three days late.
Side note, I remember on my short time writing that FIMfic had some strange rules on how paragraphs work so i’m going to make sure i don’t have to rewrite this while on the move. Also second side note, apostrophes suck.
Getting back to the ‘story’ I was running through the nearby woods to try and get to school. However, as luck would have it I saw a arch made by fallen trees. Harmless I thought at the time so I just took a small detour to run through it cause I wanted to and kept running. On further reflection I think that may have been a portal of sorts, though my surroundings didn’t change until I cleared the woodline.
In front of me was god damn Canterlot. Just sitting there, on the edge of a mountain that was just there. It actually looked extremely run down and decrepit. Many of the roofs were caved in or just look like they were torn off. Some walls were broken and there was even a small bit of wispy smoke. Worst of all, not a soul was in sight. Of course I went through the normal reactions to this. Confusion. Wonder. Worry. And right back to confused. I thought maybe somehow I just took a wrong turn and just happened to find some sort of project. Dumb yes but is more realistic than the alternative. I tried turning back, retracing steps and looking for my phone… only to realize I left it at my house. So since then I have been trying to retrace my steps back to my house.
As said it’s been three days since that time. I’ve survived off of my lunch and random streams i’ve walked past. At night i would usually sleep at the base of a tree. Luckily my dumb ass usually wears a jacket even in summer. It’s usually for the extra pockets. But in any case i have used it as a blanket for the previous nights.
To be honest, until now I just thought I severely fucked up and got lost. I normally would have a survival guide just in case this happened but that was on my phone, so I was and still am walking blind with absolutely no survival skills except what small things I learn in school and watching discovery planet or whatever channel had Naked and Afraid. Luckily I’m not in that position, thanks to my backpack and a nice set of clothing. So my strategy was to simply walk in a strait line till i reached another end of the forest cause I can’t remember how to get to Canterlot. Just for record this is where I actually added details about Canterlot cause I realize that I forgot to explain how dystopian the town looked. And yes I will be doing this a lot. I'm passing the time with typing till I fall asleep.
In any case, still thinking I was lost I finally stumbled onto civilization… or more just a single cart. So not so much civilization just… monolization. Genius Tristen, just genius. Anyway, this cart basically solidified I was indeed at least in equestria cause who else's cart would it be other than Trixie’s. Or at least I think it is based on the purple and yellow design with a blue roof and what I can only guess is stars on top. If that isn't a good enough sign then the cape and wizard cap hanging inside should be. To be clear I did knock before I went in. The inside is a miss mash of different party tricks. Almost anything under the sun really. Hell i’m sleeping next to one of those cans that pop out a snake, was really hoping to eat something other than rationed out sandwich. Did find a flower sandwich on the counter though so there is at least food.
Currently my plan is to wait here for any sign of life. This cart isn’t in disrepair yet and seems to have just been left here. Meaning, with luck, some sort of life will come back and claim it. In the meantime I’m being very careful not to touch anything as I sit here in shelter at last.
So yeah, hectic few days. I think all that's left is to explain exactly how i'm typin to ya'll. Well you see, while I may have left my phone I do have some sort of electronics. In particular I have a laptop, or chromebook as my school called it. Yes indeed, the latest model of education where it may as well be online has saved my ass by requiring us to rent a laptop from them. I didn't use it before this point mostly cause I wanted to save the battery, I didn’t have a reason to use it, and… I kinda forgot I had it until I wanted to play Tetris while sittin here. So yeah… if this experience has taught me anything it’s that i’m a forgetful idiot.
Going back to the laptop, there are three things I need to mention about it. Firstly, and the final reason I think i'm not in Kansas anymore, not where i actually come from, is that the computer is charging as I type. Not anything monumental until I mention I am in a caravan with no electricity. Oh and i don't even have a charger plugged in. No idea how its charging but it is and doesn't seem to want to stop soon. So unlimited internet access… except for part two which is that its a school computer. Absolutely everything is blocked. Twitter, Facebook, Steam, almost anything mainstream. It sucks since Tetris is now basically one of the few games I can play. But there is one blessing in that, and it’s why I am able to use this account. Apparently, FIMfiction is so obscure that it actually isn’t blocked. Whatsoever. So this is literally my only communication outside other than gmail which i know no one’s email address.
So thats my situation and my classroom essays taught me to make a end paragraph so I guess this is it. Really this is more of a diary of sorts that i’ll do when I can. Let’s hope nothing happens to me till i get back. Last note, that last sentence took 8 times to rewrite and I still hate it. Oh well.