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- I must have pissed God off somehow. Wake up in the middle of a strange, rural town. Ponies. Ponies everywhere. At first, I figured it was a dream. I mean, I love ponies, and sometimes wished I could meet Twilight Sparkle. The only thing is, it wasn't a dream. It was very real. I know because I knocked myself out within the first few minutes of being there, and woke up several hours after. I came into this world a Unicorn. A "magic-user". I still looked like myself to a small degree. Same eyes, same brown hair tone (although it's now a mane and tail), and my skin tone has become the color of my coat. I lack a cutie mark, but that's no surprise. So, all hopped up on "IMINEQUESTRIANOWANDEVERYTHINGISAWESOME" feels, I charge up the new horn and figure I'll see what happens.
- Apparently, an explosion. Well, they tell me the horn will grow back over time. I hope so. This is embarrassing. The nurses have taken to calling me "that Broken guy". I guess if the horn doesn't grow back, I might as well own it and make it a signature, rather than something everypony (and that's weird to say) can make fun of. Call me Broken, then.
- So, I'm not the only "human pony" in Equestria. Celestia and Luna don't seem to trust us, though, and they're shipping us off to the frontier to create a new civilization. Here I was hoping to frequent a certain Librar-tree and discuss esoteric magi-scientifical stuff with a local beauty, but I guess that's not happening now. Le sigh. On the plus side, the other ponies here are helpful. This one guy, Mad Stan, helped me to figure out a few things with the horn. I can pick up my quill, at least, and that means I can write in my log. The problems are that we have next to nothing, and my horn sparks, sputters, and has kickback whenever I try to do anything other than lift the quill. I heard them say there's some old ruins to the northwest. I might want to check those out tomorrow. In the meantime, I spent the day stripping branches from trees so that the others could turn them into logs for making buildings. Had to stop for a break when I nearly had another explosion. This is going to be difficult.
- What do we even call ourselves though? We're ponies, but we're humans. Humies? Ponemen? Screw it, in a decade or so, they'll all forget where we came from and we'll be Equestrians like the rest of them.
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