Diaries of an Equestrian Overlord

by KitsuneRisu


26th December

8.30 AM

It is finally the actual Winter Wrap-Up day for Ponyville, which I am sure Twilight marked wrongly on her calendar.

She probably thought that it was a few days back because that is when Canterlot's Winter Wrap-Up occurs.

I think she doesn't realise that Ponyville is where we put all of our snow when we're done with it, so obviously it occurs a few days after us.

Recently, many Ponies have been sending in requests asking me to make the snow last for more than a few days long.

I'll have to consider that.

The procession for Winter Wrap-Up in Ponyville is also remarkably different than that of other towns and cities.

For example, I never understood their tradition of having to bother the animals halfway through their sleep. It is the one time every year that they are allowed to sleep in a bit late, and I don't see why they have to rudely interrupt them like that.

Either way, it is a very quaint festival no doubt designed to enforce community and socialism in a town whose main exports are boredom and nothing. It's like a project.

A huge project in which everypony comes together in a great big conglomerate of continuing their banal, fruitless lives.

I mean, they don't even have a movie theatre. It's no wonder they need to make such a big deal out of this.

Twilight couldn't fit in, not surprisingly. She was a late arrival to the town, and hadn't yet been incorporated into the general community scheme. Not to mention she is by far more used to just pushing snow off the side of the town walls with her magic.

There is nothing redeemable about this festival whatsoever.


9.00 AM

I take that back. That song of theirs is mighty catchy, admittedly.


9.03 AM

That little grey Pegasus. Always flying in front of my spyglass. Always.


9.50 AM

Twilight has absolutely destroyed that nest. She has no skill for the arts whatsoever. Maybe she has learnt how to make nests from that painter who has obliterated my obstinately perfect visage.


10.23 AM

Spike is being really mean. I can see him laughing at Twilight's mishaps on the ice. I can tell you one thing though; facial fractures and contrecoup injuries are no laughing matter.


10.24 AM

Twilight displays no affinity for animals whatsoever. This is no big surprise. She is not born to be down in the dirt with the lower class. Eventually, she will understand where her faculties lie.


12.05 PM

It amused me greatly to see her attempt all the different jobs, and it was good to see that with a little of Spike's edging, he managed to convince her to use her magic. A good monarch must never neglect her magic, heedless of place or time or tradition. Twilight would do well to remember that.

In her frustration, Twilight also went up head to head against the Mayor, which was a bold move on her part. I can see that her being a constant hero in Ponyville has made her strive for control and organization. Her natural obsessive-compulsiveness has started to kick in, and now she has directly challenged the head of the town to wrest power away.

This pleases me greatly. Eventually she will also understand the self-satisfaction and warm fuzzy feelings that come with absolute domination over an entire community.

I don't mind, either. That silly Mayor was overreacting in the first place. I don't think anypony really cares if Spring is late except her.

These Ponies have issues. Every single one of them. They all have some strange, odd idiosyncrasy that defines them as a character, which they can't seem to break away from or evolve from. The only one who displays any form of judgement, mind and consciousness is Twilight. I will never regret having chosen her to be my successor.

Today marked a huge step up in her evolution as a leader.

And that is the true meaning of winter.

The other true meaning is Ponies bequeathing lavish gifts to me.