Personal Narrative About Life
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 even.
Five minutes into my raid and I find an old pocketwatch with a compass in it. Silver plated. This ought to come in handy. I attached a metal chain I found in a another house earlier tonight, and slid it under my one of my many pockets of my suit. That a shock? Rainbow Dash looking snazzy to rob places? You bet. No, not at all. I always, and I mean always, wear my suit when I’m out. You know, so I don’t get caught? It’s my old Wonderbolt suit, though it isn’t the ones you’d normally see. I sowed a hood made of artificial leather to the back of collar, a mask that I wear to cover my face, and I stitched a few patches of leather to muffle my movements and protect me from minor injuries. Pretty sweet, huh?
I make a last few attempts to find anything I could salvage and make some bits off whatever loot was left, and, to my luck, found an actual lyra in one of the cabinet’s drawers. Too bad it’s mine now, even though it says, on the lrya, “To Lyra, from Bon Bon. Love you always.” I didn’t care about other pony’s property. IF it did, it would kinda defeat the purpose of being a thief. I put the lyra in my saddle bag, and my ears twitch at the sound of something. I tuned around and saw Lyra start to get up,but I doubt she’d be able to even see that I’m here. She seems pretty wasted. Lyra tries to get up, but falls…