I’m sorry, Strawberry. I was just trying to lighten the mood. I don’t really know what to say about it anymore. Statistically speaking, with your memories being gone as long as they have, you probably won’t ever remember. Unless your memories were magically drained or locked, I don’t think there’s anything that can be done.

The only consolation, though it is a big one, is that you’re still able to form and retain new memories. When memory loss is involved, that’s a big deal.

I know it can be hard- even painful, but at this point it might be best to just… move on. Forget the past. Focus on the values you have now, the interests you have now, and the skills you have now and enjoy life like you have no past. No standard to compare to. No bar to set. You can have fun learning and growing all over again and- Who knows? You might end up being something you’re even more proud of than you ever could have been before!

I mean, that’s what I did.

Bon-Bon: No! You know what? Not done!

Lyra: Bon-Bon, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean-

Bon-Bon: You see these curls? Ponies love these curls! Ponies adore these curls! Ponies will lose their train of thought and just stare at these curls!

Lyra: They’re very nice and I-

Bon-Bon: You see these baby blues? Ponies get lost in these baby blues! When I bat these eyelashes, ponies melt to the floor!

Lyra: Yes, I’ve always liked your eyes and-

Bon-Bon: You see these hips?

Lyra: Um.

Bon-Bon: Ponies love these hips! These are strong, sturdy hips! You think I got these hips from sitting on my flank all day eating candy? I don’t think so! I sway these hips from left to right and I could bust a door down! Doorbusters! That’s what they call these hips!

Lyra: I um-

Bon-Bon: You see these legs? Do they look wimpy and flabby to you? These legs come from standing all day. Running around. Bending over. Lifting, pulling- working! These are tone, shaped legs! These are the kind of legs mares wish they had!

Lyra: I-

Bon-Bon: So don’t you dare, Lyra! Don’t you dare think I’m not attractive! I am drop-dead gorgeous and don’t you forget it!

[Slam!]

Sorry I didn’t really do anything for three days. It’s not like I’m busy. I’m just playing video games.

1) Transformers is alright. I don’t really know the characters very well.

I’m going to a birthday dinner in Canterlot for a friend tomorrow. It’s my online buddy. Bon-Bon went to hang out with a friend of hers. Nothing else I can think of at the moment.

Bon-Bon and I can both swim. In fact, the place I was house-sitting for had a pool! Rich ponies love to have pools. I swam in it a few times.

2) I doubt she’d want to. Fortunately, I know most of the story. She was playing as a rat hunter; that means she killed bandit NPCs, sort of like you would in a traditional MMO. Sometimes she’d get attacked by a player. One time it happened she blew up the ship and while retrieving the cargo of the other player, found a ship log. It contained information about the player’s corporation selling contracts to unaligned players to have them attack this other corporation. There were a bunch of player names in the log, and it listed the leader of the other corporation.

So, she sent a message to the leader and got a reply. They went back and forth over details and agreed to a meeting out in unprotected space, which is about as shady in the game’s world as it sounds. They meet; guy had a huge ship with enough firepower to blow my friend up before she could even lock on. But it all went down civilly and she hoofed over the log.

And you know, it’s all serious business, because it’s a hardcore game. But at the same time it is just a game. So the whole time the leader guy was reading over the log he was just saying, “This guy was such a [omitted] idiot. Why would you write this ingame? She could have just windowed out to look it up.”

So he handed some astronomical sum of money to my friend, because it was hayseed to him. She gets herself all set up in a pretty decent ship and everything. Then, as she tells it, the following starts. Ships just following her around in protected space. If she hangs around too long in lower security sectors, a ship or two would show up and start locking on her. She wound up so paranoid she had to quit all together because she couldn’t do anything!

Anyway, yeah, those Digimon World games always seemed to have pretty questionable quality. And I only played the first one, but I never knew what I was doing. Anything I accomplished, which was a fair deal, was a complete accident.