The Code of The Secret Society of Bronies/Pegasisters in Ponyville, The SSBPP

Crimzion

Before, everyone was talking to each other in the yellow box about themselves and why they like the show and how this was going to be a big, fun trip to a theme park type place. We made it very clear in our letters and emails that this was the real thing, and you're not coming back. We don't understand them. Those people there all came anyway. Our initial invite numbers were in the 300s, but only the 171 showed up. We're still surprised as many people as that came to the thing.

When they all finished reading, almost no one spoke. There were whispers here and there, and there seemed to be a lot of confusion and distress. We get that, so against the plan, we agreed that when everyone had filed into the long classroom area, I step in to prove everything. It was almost as big as the yellow box, just longer instead of taller. Winter Breeze (Nate) wanted me to, "Record my account of their reactions." So that's why this exists. (By the way, this was written while we were tearing down the B.O.O. It's just an old looking warehouse, nothing special, honestly. Some of the others helped me remember a few things)

Before I showed myself, using the masked microphone I said to them, "Hi, it's Crimzion here. We're going to take the test now. Would you please take your seats and write your names on the little space at the top of those blue papers. Everything's going well, except we've changed one thing. Don't worry though, you won't have to do anything new. We've decided that it's best if I step out and show you people some of what makes us... us. We're sorry that this contradicts what we said in the papers. Just get ready."

The metal door went, "chank!" and it smoothly swung open. I waited a moment before I stepped through. This is the first time I've ever shown myself in public like this. I took a breath and emerged from the doorway onto the grey carpet. I walked over in front of the one way mirror and said nervously with my nose to the floor looking up at them, "Uh, hi."

They froze in their identical plastic seats in awe at the two dimensional cartoon entity if front of them. Some of the ones in the back stood up to get a better view. It was like Who Framed Roger Rabbit. I'm a male earth pony, my eyes are a loud green, my coat is bright red, just like my name, and my mane is a little short and chunky and it's very dark brown, almost black. I love music, most kinds, too. I was known for having my ipod with me all the time and I even used to dance a little, so my cutie mark is a vinyl record player. There were a ton of "Oh my god"s, "Wow, I can't believe it"s and curious hysteria once they got a longer look at me. I just continued with the plan like nothing was wrong and announced, "So yeah, when you're done with the questions, just sign the agreement if you choose to come with us. Hand them in to me and just wait for results when every one's done. I'll just, uh," I stepped over to a nearby chair by the mirror, "sit right here until then. Good luck, I guess."

I laughed once nervously. It was very awkward to sit like this, (sorry Lyra) and a moment later I just sat on the floor. One girl raised her hand, "So you've been to Ponyville?"

With a surprised look, I looked up at her and quickly answered, "Yeah, we've been there. We didn't stay too long, but we know a lot of routes to get there."

Another guy added to the questions, "Have you seen anypony important?"

I had a hard time with this one.

"Uh... Yeah. I think I saw Berry Punch once. Uh... Roseluck, Carrot Top, ah... Caramel... I think... Um... (laughs again)"

Before I could finish that, the group became more excited and another from the back helped push the questions snowball, "What's it like to transform?"

More people were like, "Yeah, tell us!"

I didn't want to suppress their very justified concerns, but I wasn't ready for this much attention. I'm usually a pretty confident guy, and I volunteered to be the one to do this, but I was a mess in there. I had no idea how hard this would be.

"Uh okay, we'll have a questions period now I guess. We kinda promised that already. If that's okay with the other four of us."

The intercom came on, it seemed like Star Dazzle (Rosie) or Checkmark (Graham). I dunno. I couldn't tell because of the voice filters, remember.

"Yeah, there's certainly time. I don't see why not."

The crowd was relieved and hands from across the room shot up. I finished the last question, "So, uh, yeah. What happens is you go through the transporter into a watery gel like stuff, uh, void. And then you lose consciousness for a while. It really doesn't feel like anything. You just get a little wet. It's just like being asleep, and takes about as long. Then you're there and you check for parts... if you... understand." I shrunk and coughed into my hoof.

"So yeah, it's not easy to explain, you'll just have to be there. Ah..."

I aimed my hoof at all the hands in the air and shouted out, "Yes, you! the one in the blue and red shirt."

"Where is the transporter?"

That was easy, and I don't know why it wasn't in the pamphlet, "Just beyond that door to your right, the opposite wall from when you came in, is a garage where the oval shaped machine sits raised up on a platform with stairs. We've also set up dressing rooms for you to drop off your stuff. Anyway. How about the bearded guy with the grey hoodie."

"It said in the brochure that your gender might be changed. Who did this happen to?"

I was getting even more embarrassed, I smiled to try to help it, "Ah huh... Good question. This happened to Nate. Who's now named Winter Breeze. She's a blue and white pegasus now. She got a bit nauseated the first trip through, but she was fine and active after about five minutes. The hardest thing was the new voice. In fact is was that way for all of us."

I was starting to feel a bit more comfortable with this so I explained a couple more details, "But I think she handled it pretty well, actually. Then there was the walking and flying, which none of us knew anything about. I know how this sounds, but honestly, you do get the hang of it. Flying is tougher. She still can't do it perfectly and can only stay airborne for a couple seconds. Uh... Okay, the girl in the purple dress, what do you have?"

She stood up, trying not to trip over the dress, "How do you know we won't leak any information if we decide to go home?"

I sighed, "Well, we trust you. And it doesn't really matter anyway. If a video of this gets out, it will look edited. It may be a big deal for a while, with the crazy idea in the first place, but I just don't think people will believe it. No offence, though. We'll be gone, so how are they gonna know, right? We're destroying all the real evidence, this building, and all the equipment anyway for just that reason. Sorry."

I felt a little bad to have to say that. It was a pretty brutal truth. I just moved on to the next hand.

"Okay then. I'll take the guy with the Rainbow Dash wig."

He turned his head sideways while keeping eye contact, "Uh, dude, this isn't a wig."

"Oh."

The guy uncrossed his legs and spoke up, "What's gonna happen to this building? And how are we just gonna simply get a job and survive?"

I stood up while saying, "Okay, that's two, but I'll give them both to you. Uh, well, first... Please stay calm, but uh... We've already rigged it to go off when we want to."

There was a sharp uproar anyway, and the mic. came on to intervene, "Please sit down. We've taken all safety measures necessary, and no one, neither brony or civilian will get hurt. We own this building, and the damage will be completely localized to it. I will come out and explain."

And that seemed to get everyone to quietly sit down. I was so scared. I'm never scared like that. That was a one in a lifetime experience that I didn't need any help remembering. Nate, Winter Breeze opened the door and trotted out with stride.

"Okay guys, listen. The building is set to implode when we give the order when only Checkmark and I are left inside. It is set to a timer for 1800 seconds. That's half an hour. That means that as long as no one is inside at the time, and we will make sure no one is, there will be zero casualties."

A male voice called out from the back, "How can this be your decision?!"

She stood with hooves flat on the desk.

"Please let me finish. We have people who will set up red tape, cones, signs and barriers around all the locked entrances so no innocent people get hurt. They don't even know what we're doing. They just think this is a regular operation. Any one who wishes to leave after this will have plenty of time to go quietly. We will alert them when we're ready and no sooner."

Winter Breeze stepped down, sighed and began slowly pacing around the floor.

"As for what will happen to your stuff, and by the way we've tested this, if we just toss it all in by itself with no one with it, at the very end, it will make it to the other side quickly and safely. That's where it will all be disposed of. You were told in the emails not to bring anything that was even a little important to you, and this is why. We hope it's all clothes, watches, those papers, and things like that. But we're still sorry about what will happen even to them so Equestrians don't see all of it."

There was a silence. I decided to say something to get the process moving, "I think that's enough questions. We'll talk about Equestrian life later when we know for sure who's coming."

Winter Breeze came over and rubbed me on the shoulder, then stepped back behind the mirror and shut the door.

It took a long time for everyone's pencils to get scratching. Most of them just continued to gawk at me for about ten minutes. Some people just stared blankly at their papers for a while, seeming to realize just exactly what they're getting into. Some finished faster than others. The hardest part was obviously the final agreement. But all 171 people passed with high to moderately good scores. I think we got the message across. In the end; 41 people decided not to come with us. We let them go quietly just as we promised. There were only just those 130 then. I will now give the diary to Checkmark, who stayed with Winter breeze just as we planned.