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En Fugue - Part 1 - The Beginning of the End When I was young, I wanted to be a scientist, a biologist. Animals have always fascinated me. To think that we are the great, great, great, great to the nth degree grandcousins of the foxes and the owls always gave me a special love for nature.En Fugue - Part 1 - The Beginning of the End by *Tails-155
You see, I’m no fighter. Never have been. I’m not strong; I’m not aggressive; I hate fighting. That is, I used to be that, as a boy. I still hate fighting, but I had to become a fighter in spite of that. I had to take up arms to fight for my life, and for the lives of everyone dear to me.
Things change in the face of fear. Things change in the face of hate. Things change when you have something, or someone to fight for. I've done things I would have never dreaded in my wildest nightmares to escape tragedy. I'm not proud of everything from my past, but I'm proud that those I love are safe.
I need to back up for a second. My name is An

Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entry 1Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entry 1 by *Tails-155
{[(Author's note for the readers: The pages are linked as "Next" and "Previous" in the comments. There is more than one section! No need to dig through my thousands of deviations to find where the pieces are!)]}
[Scootaloo's Diary is a leather-bound "Forever Pages" enchanted diary with her name hoofwritten in smudged permanent ink. It is hoofwritten by what looks to be a fairly young pony. The edges of the pages are all warped as if it has been dropped in a puddle or left out in the rain. Various pages appear to have things tucked within.]
Entry 1:
Auntie Raincloud said I should start writing a diary with memories of my parents. She bought

IRT Sunflower SutraManufactured corpsesIRT Sunflower Sutra by *Tails-155
scattered disrepair
shattered
alone
sullen
decaying
With tree root wires,
rebar
pipes
trunk of oil drums
leaves of scrap paper and foil
Leaking batteries, a head of a doll, a broken glass
I raise
Here's to you, the fallen, forgotten
To you, returning to the soil from whence you came
I raise this shattered glass to your shattered window, long dead

EmbersThe leaves fall like embers and I am seared.Embers by *Tails-155
Gas-choked rivers glow from everburning flames.
The air of sulfur and hydrocarbon cocktail
Lead in the food, lead in the water
All is gray and black and fiery oranges, yellows, and reds of blood and flame alike.
Pacifists pushing for change
for rights
for medicine
for anything
Sawed to pie
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En Fugue - Part 1 - The Beginning of the End When I was young, I wanted to be a scientist, a biologist. Animals have always fascinated me. To think that we are the great, great, great, great to the nth degree grandcousins of the foxes and the owls always gave me a special love for nature.En Fugue - Part 1 - The Beginning of the End by *Tails-155
You see, I’m no fighter. Never have been. I’m not strong; I’m not aggressive; I hate fighting. That is, I used to be that, as a boy. I still hate fighting, but I had to become a fighter in spite of that. I had to take up arms to fight for my life, and for the lives of everyone dear to me.
Things change in the face of fear. Things change in the face of hate. Things change when you have something, or someone to fight for. I've done things I would have never dreaded in my wildest nightmares to escape tragedy. I'm not proud of everything from my past, but I'm proud that those I love are safe.
I need to back up for a second. My name is An

Over Eight Hours and Nothing To ShowThere's a thing known as the "Three Eights." The idea that eight hours of a day should be dedicated to sleep, work, and recreation, respectively. Typically this is how society tries to veil itself as functioning.Over Eight Hours and Nothing To Show by *Tails-155
As of February 2013, the average cost of food in the US for a family of four (est. children of 7 and 11, father aged 30s, mother aged 30s), is, in the cheapest scenario shown, 636.30 a month, or 146.90 a week (587.60, the price we'll use for the rest of this, as it is the lowest scenario.) On average, a person who works full time minimum wage on a single job is $290 a week. Electricity, estimated by the EIA (most recent estimations

Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entries 304-9Entry 304:Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entries 304-9 by *Tails-155
I woke up this morning and felt really bad, I'm all achy. I have a sore throat and my nose is all stuffed up. Featherweight and I were going to hang out, but I don't want to make him sick, too. I guess I'm staying in, today. [The pages of this entry have several drawings across the pages.]
Being sick is sooo boring. I don't get sick very much, but every time I do it's always crummy.
Dad made me some of the tea Pipsqueak got me, and some soup. Mom read me a couple of the Daring Do books. I may not be flying, but even spending time with Mom like this makes me happy. I see why she likes the books, too, they're really exciting!
Dad

Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entries 301-3Entry 301:Scootaloo's Personal Diary - Entries 301-3 by *Tails-155
Featherweight tried to calm me down at recess. He said I need to stop freaking out about Diamond Tiara. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom said I didn't need to let her walk all over me just because she's rich. Featherweight says I'm overreacting. I just don't want to cause trouble for Mom and Dad. Diamond Tiara is loving it. She spent all recess making fun of me, and I felt like I couldn't do anything. Why does she even need to act like this anyway? What's her deal?
I felt crummy all afternoon. Featherweight couldn't cheer me up for a long time. Finally he started to get upset and I felt worse. I was almost in tears. Diamond Tiara we
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