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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Freezing Pipes

Redheart, ah know Medical Pavillon is yer manor, but ya’ll might want t’ cogitate on this: ocean water is colda’ than ah dragon’s tit. Ya don't heat tha pipes, tha pipes freeze. Pipes freeze, pipes burst. Then Rapture leaks. Now, ah realize yer ah posh sort o’ geezer, an’ frankly, ah don't give ah toss if ya’ll piss o’ go fishin’. Bu’ once Rapture starts leaking, tha ol’ gal's neva’ gonna stop. And then ah’ll be sure t’ tell mah Sis she's got ya’ll t’ thank.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Rapture Changing

Rapture's changin’, but mah sis can't see tha wolves in th’ woods. This pinkamena feller... she's turned into ah crook an’ ah propa tea leaf, but she's got the ADAM, and that makes her th’ guv'nor. she's sinkin’ tha profits back into bigger an’ bett’r Plasmids, buildin’ them Pinkie Poorhouses... mo’ like Pinkie recruiting cent’rs... b’fore’ we know it, th’ nut-job’s gonna have an army o’ splicer ponies, and we're gonna have ourselves ah whole heap o’ miseries.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Eden Leaking

If things weren't bad enough, it seems that ev’n our water system's sprung ah leak. Eeyep, that's right. Tha irrigation system in Arcadia is takin’ on seawater. Ah told Mah sis when we were building this place; either ya build ‘er like ah bathtub, o’ she's gonna turn into ah sewer. "Nah, Mac," she said, "we ain’t gonna build no bathtub... we're gonna build Eden."

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Becoming the General Contractor

Ah became tha Gen’ral Contract’r fer mah sis the day me an’ tha lads were installin’ tha bathroom plumbin’ up in her posh Park Avenue digs. 'Hey!' says she, 'what's with all tha brass fittin’s? Gen’ral contract’r had meh down fer th’ tin.' 'Well,' ah says, 'ah supposed it's tha contract’r then who'll be bailing out yer loo once a fortnight, ain’t it? If it's price ya’ll a’ worried ‘bout, ah'll be pickin’ up th’ brass, so not t’ worry, squire.' 'An’ why would ya’ll be doin’ that,' says she? 'Well, sis, profit r’ not, no pony bails water out o’ privies built by Big Macintosh.' The next day ah finds out, ah’m mah sis’ new gen’ral contract’r.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Arresting Pinkamena

Applejack, sis, ah believe in Rapture. But that don’t mean we always win. Pinkie Futuristics is tha biggest thin’ goin’ in Rapture. So let meh be plain: when we arrest tha’ nut-job Pinkamena fer her thieving’ and smugglin’, we mus’ make it clear that we won't touch her business interests. We sit on tha Counc’l ‘cause these poor ponies trust us... not ‘cause Celestia an’ Luna gave us ah chair.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Seeing Ghosts

Seems like some po’ ponies ‘ave started seein’ ghosts. Ghosts! Sis tells meh it's ah side effect o’ this Plasmid business. One po’ pony's mem’ries getting’ passed on t’ another through genetic samplin’. Leaks. Lunatics. Rebellion. And now bleedin’ ghosts. Ain't life in Rapture grand?

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Pinkamena's Army

pinkamena knew our ponies wer’ comin’. We wer’ done ova’. Them splicer ponies come screamin’ out th’ woodwork. Burpin’ fire, spittin’ ice... demons out o’ pony hell they were. Neva’ seen nothin’ like it. It wasn't ah business she was buildin’, it was an army.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Guns Blazing

Tha good ponies o’ Rapture didn't sign up t’ see us gov’nr’ment-types shuttin’ down shops, killin’ their owners... even with ah lunatic like Pinkamena. But she brung it upon ‘erself. 'Stead of coppin’ it on th’ chin, bugg’r gets into her head that she's gonna go down guns blazin’. Who does she think she is? John bloody Mane? We can get on top o’ this. We can. Here's what we do: we find Pinkamena's will and make what was her’s go t’ where it was intend’d - and not into tha pockets of us tha’ put 'er into th’ ground.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Pinkamena's Legacy

Strikes meh that Pinkamena wasn't overly inc’nvenienced by ‘er own demise. On New Year's Eve, her wretched splicer ponies came streamin’ out o’ th’ poor houses an’ stormed tha proverbial barricades! Tha dead rot in th’ streets, and citizens ah’ lined up ‘round th’ block fer Plasmids... anythin’ t’ help fend off th’ rabble.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Genetic Arms Race

Ah begged mah sis t’ hand Pinkie Futuristics over t’ pinkamena’s' ponies as ah peace offerin’, but mah stupid sis won't listen t’ reason. 'Stead she's just splicing her mob up, givin’ ‘em more an’ tougher Plasmids. There's an arms race on here in Rapture, but it's not ‘bout who can build tha best guns and th’ biggest bombs. It's ‘bout who can become less of ah pony and mo’ of ah monster...

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Applejack Takes Pinkie Futuristics

Sis nation’lized Pinkie Futuristics - she owns it now, lock, stock an’ barrel. ‘Fer tha good o’ th’ city’, she says. She'll break it up in due time, she says. Ah've resigned from th’ Council an’ lodged meh letter o’ protest, but that's just pissin’ in th’ wind. It'll be war, ah say... unless somepony stops mah sis and right fast.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Stopping Applejack

ah’ve nev’r killed ah pony, let alone ah memb’r o’ mah own fam’ly . But this is what things ‘ave come to. ah don't know if killing mah sis will stop th’ war, but ah know it won't stop while that mare breathes. Ah’m on mah way ta see Pinkamena t’ make amends with ‘er. Ah’m gonna need ’er help fer this. Ah love mah sis more than anythin’ else, But ah love Rapture. If ah have t’ kill one t’ save th’ other, so be it. Ah just hope that Pinkamena will let meh make amends, an’ help meh out…

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Freezing Pipes

Redheart, ah know Medical Pavillon is yer manor, but ya’ll might want t’ cogitate on this: ocean water is colda’ than ah dragon’s tit. Ya don't heat tha pipes, tha pipes freeze. Pipes freeze, pipes burst. Then Rapture leaks. Now, ah realize yer ah posh sort o’ geezer, an’ frankly, ah don't give ah toss if ya’ll piss o’ go fishin’. Bu’ once Rapture starts leaking, tha ol’ gal's neva’ gonna stop. And then ah’ll be sure t’ tell mah Sis she's got ya’ll t’ thank.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Rapture Changing

Rapture's changin’, but mah sis can't see tha wolves in th’ woods. This pinkamena feller... she's turned into ah crook an’ ah propa tea leaf, but she's got the ADAM, and that makes her th’ guv'nor. she's sinkin’ tha profits back into bigger an’ bett’r Plasmids, buildin’ them Pinkie Poorhouses... mo’ like Pinkie recruiting cent’rs... b’fore’ we know it, th’ nut-job’s gonna have an army o’ splicer ponies, and we're gonna have ourselves ah whole heap o’ miseries.

-------------------------------------------------

Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Eden Leaking

If things weren't bad enough, it seems that ev’n our water system's sprung ah leak. Eeyep, that's right. Tha irrigation system in Arcadia is takin’ on seawater. Ah told Mah sis when we were building this place; either ya build ‘er like ah bathtub, o’ she's gonna turn into ah sewer. "Nah, Mac," she said, "we ain’t gonna build no bathtub... we're gonna build Eden."

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Becoming the General Contractor

Ah became tha Gen’ral Contract’r fer mah sis the day me an’ tha lads were installin’ tha bathroom plumbin’ up in her posh Park Avenue digs. 'Hey!' says she, 'what's with all tha brass fittin’s? Gen’ral contract’r had meh down fer th’ tin.' 'Well,' ah says, 'ah supposed it's tha contract’r then who'll be bailing out yer loo once a fortnight, ain’t it? If it's price ya’ll a’ worried ‘bout, ah'll be pickin’ up th’ brass, so not t’ worry, squire.' 'An’ why would ya’ll be doin’ that,' says she? 'Well, sis, profit r’ not, no pony bails water out o’ privies built by Big Macintosh.' The next day ah finds out, ah’m mah sis’ new gen’ral contract’r.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Arresting Pinkamena

Applejack, sis, ah believe in Rapture. But that don’t mean we always win. Pinkie Futuristics is tha biggest thin’ goin’ in Rapture. So let meh be plain: when we arrest tha’ nut-job Pinkamena fer her thieving’ and smugglin’, we mus’ make it clear that we won't touch her business interests. We sit on tha Counc’l ‘cause these poor ponies trust us... not ‘cause Celestia an’ Luna gave us ah chair.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Seeing Ghosts

Seems like some po’ ponies ‘ave started seein’ ghosts. Ghosts! Sis tells meh it's ah side effect o’ this Plasmid business. One po’ pony's mem’ries getting’ passed on t’ another through genetic samplin’. Leaks. Lunatics. Rebellion. And now bleedin’ ghosts. Ain't life in Rapture grand?

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Pinkamena's Army

pinkamena knew our ponies wer’ comin’. We wer’ done ova’. Them splicer ponies come screamin’ out th’ woodwork. Burpin’ fire, spittin’ ice... demons out o’ pony hell they were. Neva’ seen nothin’ like it. It wasn't ah business she was buildin’, it was an army.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Guns Blazing

Tha good ponies o’ Rapture didn't sign up t’ see us gov’nr’ment-types shuttin’ down shops, killin’ their owners... even with ah lunatic like Pinkamena. But she brung it upon ‘erself. 'Stead of coppin’ it on th’ chin, bugg’r gets into her head that she's gonna go down guns blazin’. Who does she think she is? John bloody Mane? We can get on top o’ this. We can. Here's what we do: we find Pinkamena's will and make what was her’s go t’ where it was intend’d - and not into tha pockets of us tha’ put 'er into th’ ground.

-------------------------------

Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Pinkamena's Legacy

Strikes meh that Pinkamena wasn't overly inc’nvenienced by ‘er own demise. On New Year's Eve, her wretched splicer ponies came streamin’ out o’ th’ poor houses an’ stormed tha proverbial barricades! Tha dead rot in th’ streets, and citizens ah’ lined up ‘round th’ block fer Plasmids... anythin’ t’ help fend off th’ rabble.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Genetic Arms Race

Ah begged mah sis t’ hand Pinkie Futuristics over t’ pinkamena’s' ponies as ah peace offerin’, but mah stupid sis won't listen t’ reason. 'Stead she's just splicing her mob up, givin’ ‘em more an’ tougher Plasmids. There's an arms race on here in Rapture, but it's not ‘bout who can build tha best guns and th’ biggest bombs. It's ‘bout who can become less of ah pony and mo’ of ah monster...

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Applejack Takes Pinkie Futuristics

Sis nation’lized Pinkie Futuristics - she owns it now, lock, stock an’ barrel. ‘Fer tha good o’ th’ city’, she says. She'll break it up in due time, she says. Ah've resigned from th’ Council an’ lodged meh letter o’ protest, but that's just pissin’ in th’ wind. It'll be war, ah say... unless somepony stops mah sis and right fast.

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Big Macintosh Audio Diary: Stopping Applejack

ah’ve nev’r killed ah pony, let alone ah memb’r o’ mah own fam’ly . But this is what things ‘ave come to. ah don't know if killing mah sis will stop th’ war, but ah know it won't stop while that mare breathes. Ah’m on mah way ta see Pinkamena t’ make amends with ‘er. Ah’m gonna need ’er help fer this. Ah love mah sis more than anythin’ else, But ah love Rapture. If ah have t’ kill one t’ save th’ other, so be it. Ah just hope that Pinkamena will let meh make amends, an’ help meh out…

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