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Bark, bark barkbark bark.

Oh, sorry force of habit. I’ve been speaking in nothing but dog barks since long before the war. I was a construction worker and a tragic accident caused me to have brain damage. It is funny how now of all times I would regain my sanity. There is no more Equestria. It is all gone, burned to ash in a storm of heat and balefire. I heard the air raid sirens, saw the doctors panicking as they left their patients and rushed off to–to–oh, what were they called? I think Redheart called them “stables”–yes stables that sounds right. Anyways, being one of the most problematic and, admittedly at the time, one of the more insane ponies, I was left to die in my padded cell.

I did not however, as unlikely as it may seem, die of the lethal amount of radiation from the–the–megaspells. Instead I found clarity–sanity if you will. It is ironic that something as deadly as a steel beam to the back of the head proved to be the cure to my once lost sanity. Something even the best doctors in Equestria said was likely to never return. Well, Equestria is gone, so I suppose it is about time they were proved wrong.

My only regret is my sister Shoeshine isn’t around to see me well again. I hope she and mom made it to one of them stables.

I do have to say the plus side of having a fully functioning brain again is getting out of a straitjacket became surprisingly easy. Or do I have a an above average brain now? Am I even a pony anymore? Celestia dammit, I’m a construction worker not a physician.

Anyways, I escaped my cell easily enough as well, but that was thanks to the earthquakes caused by the megaspells weakening the walls. I'm not sure Ponyville Hospital can last much longer in this state. I should probably leave before it collapses on me.

Sorry, my mind still wanders, like it did when I was–was–bark raving mad. I’m glad that I found this recorder. I need somepony to talk to–something to talk to. Ok, maybe I should say somepony coherent. The other patients that aren't dead–the ones sort of like me–can be put onto 2 different categories: those making inequine snarls and eating the non-living corpses, and those who seemed stuck in the past–well the past of what was it? 3 days ago?

Well tomorrow, I think I’ll venture out of this broken hospital to explore the wasteland–the dying corpse that once was Equestria–that exists beyond these walls to see if there are anymore survivors. Anypony like me. I can't be the only sane one left, right?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QC-HtTGEV-A

Author's Notes:

This is an experimental story. It was inspired by the audio log quests in Borderlands 1, 2 and Pre-Sequal. It is however still set in the FoE universe. Let me know what you think.