Plague of Equestria

The following is a compilation of the journal entries of Dr. Sacredsun Gloria.
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==June 11, 2134==
I had never believed in holding a journal. It seemed so contrived and superstitious to want to make sure each and every one of your thoughts is recorded in a leather bound stack of paper. Not to mention paranoid. That was until June 4. A plague began to rage through Equestria that day. With Celestia and Luna long dead and the Elements of Harmony once again lost in the world we have had no way to combat the growing terror.
The plague- in Layman's terms- causes the victim to become a sort of Goblin. They become much shorter, their mental faculties decrease drastically, and they lack logic and a short term memory span (or any memory at all in some cases). They grow a thick layer of fur on everywhere imaginable. Worse yet, they appear to transmit the disease in a similar way as rabies. For these reasons, the plague has been nicknamed "the Weregoblin Disease". I should probably introduce myself (Wow, I'm having conversations with a book... I really must be going crazy).
My name is Sacredsun Gloria. I am a medical physician in Canterlot's esteemed Eohippus Medical Center. I have been professionally practicing medicine for twelve years now and have, as of yesterday, been assigned to the plague case. The scientifically given name for this epidemic is "bardus equus" but I shall most likely be referring to it as the popular name as it is discussed in such a manner around the hospital.This will be a hard time going journal, but hopefully with skill and patients, I can work it all out.
==June 15, 2134==
We need to make an addendum to the "Weregoblin" nickname we have given to this disease. Because unlike the amazingly strong werewolf or the incredibly sturdy goblin, these mutated ponies succumb to the elements of our world within a few weeks. They are, in every since of the word, imbecilic.
If they aren't walking straight into the sight of an oncoming hawk or getting trampled underfoot by stampeding ponies, they're drowning in a bucket of water or eating plastic. It's amazing to me how they're able to transfer the disease to anypony else. This makes me wonder if the virus or bacteria or parasite is airborne. If so, there's another reason to change the name.
==August 16, 2134==
I think we're close to finding the cure!! After months we've determined that the most willful and masculine of ponies are immune to the disease. Our geneticists and pathologists are hard at work trying to find the immunity gene. The consensus amongst the staff and doctors is it has to do something with the higher levels of testosterone. Hopefully we can make something out of that.
==September 28, 2134==
The cure... The cure didn't work... FUCK!!!
==September 29, 2134==
Sorry... I didn't mean to make that outburst... It's just the stress I guess. Anyhow, we tried testosterone supplements on some of the not yet infected but it didn't work. Then we tried to find a common gene between all of the immune and... Tried to replicate it... IT STILL DIDN'T WORK!! Goddammit! Those who haven't gotten sick from the disease are now falling ill to the bacterium and vermin that are attracted to the corpses of the Weregoblin disease's victims. The streets are lined with blood and mold and puss and gore. It's so horrific. The workers on cleanup crew have fallen short so some of us (including myself) have decided to volunteer. It's a terrible job but somepony has to do it. [the last entries are near indecipherable but we have decrypted it the best to our abilities]
==December 1, 2134==
I'm growing hair. I'm growing hair everywhere... I'm so scared. It [unknown] and the last few [unknown] I can't seem to think clearly. My horn's magic... It's depleting... It's taken me four hours to write up to this point. [unknown] everything will be fine.
==December 18, 2134==
So scared... Mommy... I love you...Great gran gran's song... I remember [unknown] to me. I can't hardly remember the lyrics... Imma try for you mommy.Hush now, quiet nowIt's [unknown]Hush now quiet now It's time to go to be-
==December 30, 2134==
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