A late night teaser for those still awake · 6:21am Apr 24th, 2017
Even though Dim was exhausted, he did not return to his room. Taking advantage of the remaining dark of the night, he picked up a few things relevant to his interests. A fresh copy of the Telegraph, just delivered off of the train. A dozen sweet rolls, still warm, and their glaze runny. In the pale grey that signaled that the dawn would arrive soon, Dim found himself sitting on the patio of some bistro, enjoying a cup of bhang.
Bhang was drink from Windia, a wonderful, relaxing concoction. Hash was ground into a fine paste, some milk was added, along with some ghee, a curious collection of spices typically found in chai, and crushed mangoes. Dim found that he could drink mug after mug with no ill-effect upon himself.
A trip to Windia was in order at some point. Dim had discovered that the ponies of Windia—the kathiawari as they called themselves—they had the same curious pointed ears that he did, and he could not help but wonder if his bloodline had origins in that country somehow.
Lifting the paper, Dim had a look at the front page headlines. There had been quite a number of attacks in Equestria, terrible events that had killed many and injured many more. For a time, the headlines had been bleak, but something curious was happening. Equestria was unifying, the government was coming together, and almost every day some headline in the paper said that Equestria was now in a golden age, a new era, even as they regressed backwards, depending more and more upon the monarchy and less upon their democratic institutions.
Which was, as it should be, Dim felt.
More power was being restored to the nobles, more authority, and Equestria was flourishing because of it. Dim could not help but wonder how much of this might be spin, propaganda as it were, and how much of it was truth. Beset by enemies on all sides, Equestria needed to present a unified front, which it seemed to be doing now. The disgusting primitives were voluntarily relinquishing power and control, returning it and restoring it to those most qualified to rule.
And Equestria was prospering.
This Grogar fellow was the best thing that could have happened to Equestria, scaring the disgusting primitives back into their proper place and making them submit to their rightful authority. His mother had droned on and on about how Equestria had hit a dreadful slump once the disgusting primitives, the dirty, degenerate peasants had been given a modicum of free agency in their lives. The monarchy and the ruling class existed for a reason—the cutie marks they manifested were the ultimate truth of this—and free agency was bucking against the natural order of things.
Or so Dim believed, convinced of this truth, although his beliefs had been shaken…
With a shudder, he realised that the dawn was coming. Scowling, he gathered up his stuff, folded up his paper, and hurried away after leaving a tip on the table. While fleeing the coming light, Dim wondered what sort of work he might pick up in this place, as these disgusting primitives always had some problem that needed fixing with magic.
It was good to be a wizard for hire.
Feel free to discuss the implications presented here.
That is all. I shall now return to tea and keyboard pounding.
Well now. For some reason I'm reading his voice like I would for Harry Dresden.
I don't know enough yet obviously but I wonder if the Underwatch might have a job application for him eventually.
Interesting I don;t completely agree with with Dim but that's neither here nor there.
Innovation needs room to grow and happen
Absolute power leads to corruption
Too much regulation hurts everything Too little regulation is equally bad
This sounds interesting.
Oh yes, I am definitely looking forward to Dim meeting Flicker.
Dim... our favorite dark drug addict...