"Over 1000 years ago, a star fell from the skies - not in malice, or a desire to bring destruction. What was found was a creature, terrified and fearful of the skies that gave birth to it. " Honestly, I don't know what that really means. I'm only trying to survive in this blasted Wasteland. The only reason I haven't given this damn diary to the ponies looking for it is because they'd probably vaporise me afterwards. So now I'm stuck with dealing with a problem that the universe thinks me, Lucky Shoes, is the only pony who can fix. I'm... just not sure exactly what the problem is, and this diary isn't exactly forthcoming with details.