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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: Duskfields (My Little Fortress)
« on: February 10, 2013, 05:27:31 am »
Redhat's journal
11th Hematite, 269
Annnnnd here I am, walking and walking and walking and occasionally flying my way to a little spot in the middle nowhere. The annoying stallion over in the capital (who convinced me this wasn't going to be a trip to my own demise) promised me this would be an opportunity at a better existence in society, a new chance at life and to go on an adventure! well... i suppose he'd make a half decent salesstallion... the ever so "exciting" adventure has just been me and another 8 ponies walking and walking and walking and occasionally flying for miles on end. not to mention the little foal spends half his time being annoying and asking "are we there yet". I've had to sleep in the dirt every day, and we don't even get up at an appropriated time. what kind of pony wants to wake before the sun is even done rising? if i could head back to the nice inn at the capital, i would... also it seems our food is starting to run out. maybe if we're lucky whoever is running this caravan will actually be competent enough at navigation to get us to our destination before we're locked in moral combat over who eats who. well, at least that would be "exciting".
15th Malachite, 269
We finally made it! my best outfit may be ruined from sleeping in the dirt one too many times on the way here, and I've gone two days without breakfast or dinner, but we're here! there are only a few building up, though it seems things are getting done in a timely fashion around these parts, though that doesn't detract from being stuck sleeping in these bloody community dorms.... if i have to sleep in a bed next to another sweaty stallion who smells of rotten tomatoes I will seriously pull out my own mane. at least things could be worse i suppose. a bed is nicer than the dirt, and my old best set of clothes could attest to that.
as for the management in this place, the big word going about is that he's related to some baroness, or thane or grand poobah in some spot off in the middle of nowhere that's slightly more "established" than this random assortment of wooden shacks. Apparently his only credential for being in charge of protecting the lives of others is that his sister is qualified in the running a town. I swear if could have talked to the stallion who convinced me coming out here was a fine idea i'd have slapped him across the face.
1st Galena, 269
so houses are finally being erected, but seeing how i wasn't exactly among the first "pioneers" to come to this spot in the middle of nowhere, i'm close to the bottom of a relatively long waiting list. Well, at least I was among the third wave of ponies ready to throw their lives away, as more are expected to show, so i guess i could be in a less desirable spot on the list. Also i'd like to note whoever invented the tomato juice and peanut-butter sandwich is brilliant. whoever was daring enough to put these two together on a sandwich and serve them is a genius of the highest caliber. not to mention it tastes perfect (to my surprise).
28th Galena, 269
I think i'll try to join the militia. anything would be better than staying outside all day moving about logs to the stockpiles. I've spent some time working with a spear before, so I expect my assistance will be desirable in the militia. Also i heard stabbing things was a good way to release stress.
4th Limestone, 269
god, today i watched a pony get stabbed, possibly crippled, another pony lose all his equinity in a primal rage and then another pony beaten into a pile of bloody red mush. I've looked at my last few past entries, and I knew this wasn't going to a walk in the park, but i hadn't expected this. I thought moving away from the big city for a change would finally put an end on the amount of senseless violence, but then again no "adventure", as that salesstallion called it, would be complete without a good bit of bloodshed. seeing something kill in cold blood... it makes me grow sick of the world around me. I feel out of place almost. and for somepony to gain such blood lust at the sight of an enemy... the act of killing is something should do with a certain amount of formality and a great bit of reason as to how you justify the act of bringing about the end of another being's mortal existence. Though, to often something like this happens, some idiot walks into a village and tries to rush up to some pony and remove it's legs, only to be pummeled into a mush by a half pony half berserker. The amount of chaos in this world is in this world is simply disgusting.
