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[Log 1: 3/18/23]
Ever since ending up in here I haven't done anything, thoughts of escape ending at about my first month inside this giant, and in all honesty, its safer in here then out there. I have decided to start keeping these logs as a hobby, also to keep records of this small town since I have the only computer in this stomach. This town has no name as of yet, so for now, I will refer to it as 'Amber' after the giant in currently resides in. I was swallowed about a year ago, along with my chrome book and a small hand crank power brick I found sometime after one of the giants accidentally destroyed my city. I ran into a forest just south of the city in an attempt to find food, a common practice after the government fell, unfoldingly I wasn't the only one looking for food in that forest.

As of right now, we have five houses, a water tower, and a clock tower in the middle of the village, all of which we built with scrap metal, and shipping containers that have fallen down the gullet of this giant equine. The best way I can describe this place is strange, a lot of the thing I end up writing off as general giant magic pony weirdness. This place seems to have some kind of daylight cycle when the giant is awake we can see fine, but when she is asleep, all light practily vanishes. We don't seem to be affected by the giant's movements either, somehow staying planted to the "ground" at all times. The strangest thing, to me anyway, is the weather, somehow, and don't ask me, clouds can form in hear, along with rainfall and the occasional bolt of lightning, but the weirdest part is the twisters, I rarely go a week without seeing one. Luckily the only form in the far back side of the stomach over the acid, but that doesn't make it any less unsettling.
[End log]

[Log 2: 3/18/23]
Apparently, this mare is still around my city, not even a day after my first log the old lighthouse comes tumbling down. All the paint has rubbed off leaving the browned rusted metal underneath, with how many tall trees grew around it, she probably mistook it for a just another tree, but that's not why I'm writing this log. The exciting part of this is that the lighthouse has an old hand crank generator in on the first floor, meaning if we get this thing up right we may be able to use it as a power plant and use its light to light the town at night. If this works, we may be able to finally use some of the electronic items that have fallen here.
[End Log]

Description
Same World As:www.deviantart.com/bdvore/art/…

[Log 1: 3/18/23]
Ever since ending up in here I haven't done anything, thoughts of escape ending at about my first month inside this giant, and in all honesty, its safer in here then out there. I have decided to start keeping these logs as a hobby, also to keep records of this small town since I have the only computer in this stomach. This town has no name as of yet, so for now, I will refer to it as 'Amber' after the giant in currently resides in. I was swallowed about a year ago, along with my chrome book and a small hand crank power brick I found sometime after one of the giants accidentally destroyed my city. I ran into a forest just south of the city in an attempt to find food, a common practice after the government fell, unfoldingly I wasn't the only one looking for food in that forest.

As of right now, we have five houses, a water tower, and a clock tower in the middle of the village, all of which we built with scrap metal, and shipping containers that have fallen down the gullet of this giant equine. The best way I can describe this place is strange, a lot of the thing I end up writing off as general giant magic pony weirdness. This place seems to have some kind of daylight cycle when the giant is awake we can see fine, but when she is asleep, all light practily vanishes. We don't seem to be affected by the giant's movements either, somehow staying planted to the "ground" at all times. The strangest thing, to me anyway, is the weather, somehow, and don't ask me, clouds can form in hear, along with rainfall and the occasional bolt of lightning, but the weirdest part is the twisters, I rarely go a week without seeing one. Luckily the only form in the far back side of the stomach over the acid, but that doesn't make it any less unsettling.
[End log]

[Log 2: 3/18/23]
Apparently, this mare is still around my city, not even a day after my first log the old lighthouse comes tumbling down. All the paint has rubbed off leaving the browned rusted metal underneath, with how many tall trees grew around it, she probably mistook it for a just another tree, but that's not why I'm writing this log. The exciting part of this is that the lighthouse has an old hand crank generator in on the first floor, meaning if we get this thing up right we may be able to use it as a power plant and use its light to light the town at night. If this works, we may be able to finally use some of the electronic items that have fallen here.
[End Log]