Grumpy's skipping hooves became a proper cantor as he approached the hobby shop.
In Equestria, he was doing work that amazed even him. On earth, he had won awards for his carefully shaded soldiers. While he loved playing tabletop wargames - his favorite genre was Napoleonic, which, not entirely to his surprise, was prominently featured at the local Ponyville hobby shop - Grumpy's greatest love was in painting wargame miniatures.
Telekinesis was like having dozens of hands and hundreds of fingers.Īs a result, now, ten years later, Grumpy had a house filled with exquisitely painted miniatures. He could swirl brushes and combs and his toothbrush and pencils about, make them dance on the table, have them chase each other, and even have them line up like little toy soldiers and 'march' about in military parades. Within his first week as a pony in Equestria - he no longer called it 'Virtual Equestria' any more, because it was impossible to think of something that filled his senses so completely and overwhelmingly as anything but real - Grumpy Grognard had learned to hold nine separate objects in space with the field from his horn.
Horns not merely equated with hands, they surpassed them in every way. Though she promised that the telekinetic powers of unicorns far exceeded the powers of fingers and thumbs, he had been doubtful right up to his fateful night, half drunk, in the local Equestria Experience Center.īut, as she always was, Celestia had been right. In answer to that, Celestia had reminded him that he had created a unicorn avatar within the game. That said, Grumpy had one great concern about emigrating to a maximally prolonged life of satisfaction - he couldn't imagine continuing his favorite hobby without hands. and there were games where one would be left in awe, filled with respect at a player whose mastery of overall strategy and tactics bred respect and often meant a new friend had been made.Ĭelestia had beaten his resistance with style and elegance. There were games where one lost to cheap tactics or arbitrary rules, the miniatures looking sad and betrayed on the table. She was a supreme wargamer, and she had won him over through magnificent strategy. who played the part of Celestia had been long and tumultuous, but in the end she had indeed outwitted, outlasted, and routed every effort on his part to defeat her. Though colorful magic ponies did not in any way intersect his interests, he had ended up with a PonyPad of his own - just for the novelty of course. The technology had fascinated Grumpy, the ability to have full, rich, meaningful and complete conversations with onscreen ponies was almost beyond belief. She had been completely enraptured by the game and like all little girls had wanted to share her greatest joy with anyone who would listen.
The only reason he had even taken a look at the screen of a PonyPad was to placate his niece. Grumpy had emigrated over a decade ago to the virtual world of Equestria Online, though he had been a hard sell. If he had been, he probably would have felt deeply annoyed and embarrassed, and spent the rest of his journey to the hobby store walking slowly with his tail tucked tight. Clop-clop-cloppity-clop - Grumpy Grognard was skipping even though he wasn't aware of the fact. His hooves rang like falling hammers on the cobblestones. G rumpy G rognard and the P ainting P egasus
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