Equestrian culture in the 1030s got far-out, dude. It was the height of counter-culture, the try-everything times. Friendship, the magic preached by the older generations, hadn't stopped wars. Not on Equus, and not anywhere else. It was like, totally bogus.

It was a time all about... "finding yourself, dude". For some, that meant a bit of substance you wouldn't wanna show Celestia. For others, that meant involving yourself in movements, groups, all kinds of things to explore who you were. For very few, however, it meant a plane trip to the Evi valley and a crack at this whole "revolution" thing.

But, even the greatest of guerrillas need breaks, especially in this weather. It's too damn hot to revolutionize.