My hot take on what "really" happened to the 140 million dollar aircraft that our government misplaced in Carolina this week. Enjoy.

A couple month ago, the sky above New York fractured, opening a portal to a different world.
A world of peace, magic and most importantly, talking sentient horses.

Of course, the politicians took the ball and ran, with some advocating for peace and cooperation with the alien species, while others pushed for a full on war. Ultimately, it all settled down and Equestria is now treated as just another country.

Or well, at least in theory.

In reality, Equestria and it's citizens are feared and shunned by many humans, which has prompted a wave of charities to sponsor different events in an attempt to bring the magical kingdom out in a new, more positive light.

One of these events is the Equestrian Rally Championship, which is set to be the first time motorsport will be seen by the inhabitants of the world beyond the dimensional rift.

It's also set to be another event you will easily claim first place in. A true prodigy, you have been unstoppable in your conquest ever since leaving the doors of your rally school, claiming trophy after trophy, all around the world.

Now your sights are set on writing your name into the history books of two worlds, as the first human to win a cross-dimension championship.

As long as your team performs to standart, you will undoubtedly achieve your goal.

And that's where the problem lies. Before the championship had even begun, before you crossed the shimmering veil separating the magic kingdom from your mundane world, you can already spot a weak link in the chain.

A member of your team, critically important to the success of the entire ordeal, that might just have a problem with this arrangement.

From everyday tasks to world ending crisis solving, a lot of things can be shaken up with the addition of a high-tech firearm wielding sociopath, who claims to have once led an empire. Despite the overall weirdness of the situation, there is only one question that lacks any sort of an answer:

Why does a glorified salesman have more experience in direct combat and weapon crafing than he does in running a business?

Whatever the case may be, the only thing the ruler of Equestria wants is a day without news of him inciting mass hysteria in the population. At this point, she might just about start funding his questionable ventures if it means she can catch a break from property damage reports.