Evening. The time when everypony gets smashed and tries to forget about life. Life. What a concept in this day and age. It isn’t hard to forget about life, mainly because we don’t really live one. Okay, I mean we do, it’s just not that great, though for me it is. Or so I’ve been telling myself for the past six years; being a town’s thief will make you feel that. But life just isn’t the same as it used to be in Equestria. Things have changed, and they’ll never go back to how things were. Not after everything that has been done. The industrial revolution, as Twilight calls it, ruined everything.
I mean, buildings that pump toxic smoke into the air, warehouses being built on a daily basis, homes becoming ragged and old, with new homes being …show more content…
Eyed the smoggy, grey sky being lit up by the sun. Yuck. We really did let our once beautiful world go to hell. It’s a bummer, really. I liked the world we once had: Breezies, pet races, winter wrap-ups, being with my friends who I barely talk to anymore. But I actually prefer this life over the one I had. Even over the Wonderbolts. Probably hard to believe. Gosh I probably sound stupid. Of course it would! I’m Rainbow Dash for crying out loud, there’s no way I’d rather be a pesky, lowlife thief rather than be a Wonderbolt, something I’ve always dreamed of being as a filly. Pfft. No way. It’s true. You have my word. Being a thief is one of the best things ever.
I gaze at the passed out pony who was holding a half-empty liquor bottle and drooling on her bed. Too bad. I actually liked this one. Lyra was her name, I think. Her loss, my gain. I drifted from my lean and slinked my way around the bedroom, rummaging through drawers for anything of value. I found a pair of silver scissors and an gold-plated envelop opener. Yay. Such great loot. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about being a thief over the years, it’s never let lame loot put you down; you’re gonna find something good sooner or later and, when you do, it’s like the best feeling ever. Better than sex
I mean, buildings that pump toxic smoke into the air, warehouses being built on a daily basis, homes becoming ragged and old, with new homes being …show more content…
Eyed the smoggy, grey sky being lit up by the sun. Yuck. We really did let our once beautiful world go to hell. It’s a bummer, really. I liked the world we once had: Breezies, pet races, winter wrap-ups, being with my friends who I barely talk to anymore. But I actually prefer this life over the one I had. Even over the Wonderbolts. Probably hard to believe. Gosh I probably sound stupid. Of course it would! I’m Rainbow Dash for crying out loud, there’s no way I’d rather be a pesky, lowlife thief rather than be a Wonderbolt, something I’ve always dreamed of being as a filly. Pfft. No way. It’s true. You have my word. Being a thief is one of the best things ever.
I gaze at the passed out pony who was holding a half-empty liquor bottle and drooling on her bed. Too bad. I actually liked this one. Lyra was her name, I think. Her loss, my gain. I drifted from my lean and slinked my way around the bedroom, rummaging through drawers for anything of value. I found a pair of silver scissors and an gold-plated envelop opener. Yay. Such great loot. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about being a thief over the years, it’s never let lame loot put you down; you’re gonna find something good sooner or later and, when you do, it’s like the best feeling ever. Better than sex