Life of Conmane

     I hadn't really ever expected to become a con artist at all, it just sort of happened. When I was just a foal my mother died in a brutal mugging in Manehattan. I never knew what she looked like, but whenever I asked my father about her, his face would light up with memories and he would say" she was the apple of my eye. So beautiful that every stallion who saw her stopped and stared, jaws hanging wide with awe". Then his happiness would turn to sorrow as he remembered her death. After which he would resume binge drinking and staring out the window, eyes drained of their light. After a while we ran out of money since he didn't work and spent all our welfare on alchohol the baton was passed to me to sustain our financial balance. I found work as a pizza delivery pony. The pay was absolute rubbish, but when your a colt looking for some quick cash you don't really question how much you make. Eventually it dawned on me that I had to find a better way to earn more bits fast. I couldn't think of any jobs that would accept me for a fair amount of pay. Then I remembered what my father had done once, when he was out of bits to buy more bottles of alchohol he smooth talked the cashier and got it for free. I then went to my boss and asked for a raise. Of course he said no, but after 20 minutes of talking and lies he gave it to me along with a promotion. After that I would con everypony who looked look they had bits to spend.

     Things were working out until one day my father had a heart attack in his sleep and died immediately, the police asked if I had any family to go to but I said no. Afterwards they sent me to a foster home in Fillidelphia. It looked nice and welcoming but the lady running the place spent all the donations meant for us on fancy clothes and lottery tickets. I asked her when we would get anything and she raised her hoof and smacked me across the face. It hurt incredibly so and I had a black eye for the next week. After I healed I had some filly smack me again but harder, afterwards I went to the cops and told them that the lady in charge beat me up. She was arrested and thrown away in the Canterlot dungeon for abuse of minors.

      They tried to send me to a run down foster home but I ran away, and from there began my life on the run. I was only about 16 and on my own in Equestria with nowhere to go and nothing to do but survive, and that's what I did. Using my con artist abilities I went from town to town, robbing the rich and hanging out with the poor. After a while I got my cutie mark, what it meant I wouldn't find out for another 4 years. When I hit 18 things started to get ruff, ponies became more crude and harsh towards me. It wasn't until I went some rich mares apartment where I found out why. I was messy, I hadn't bathed in weeks and I stank of dirt and sweat, so much so that everypony I passed by kept their distance from me like I was a plague. My mane was way to overgrown to the point where I could possibly use it as a whip. The first chance I got I sweet talked my way into someponies shower and spent the next hour or so making sure I looked clean and refined. After the shower I noticed another problem I had to deal with, lack of any empathy from the richer folk. Since I was older now I had grown much taller, which meant I couldn't play the clueless colt anymore. In the end I changed direction and used completely new tactics suited for the older me.

     It didn't take very long for me to become wealthy beyond belief, but another troubling task arose. My mothers killer. I hadn't really paid much attention until I returned to Manehattan and met up with my old landlord. He said that the stallion who mugged my mother lived in the bad end of the city and was known for being a loner. Using various resources and connections along with bribes I got a location. He lived in an abandoned factory near the edge of the city. I entered the factory midday to find an obese, old stallion who looked less like a killer and more like a helpless, elderly pony. I questioned him a bit about the events of that day and he said he had killed a young mare because she was screaming for help, so in order to evade being caught he choked her to death. He said she was the reason his life went so downhill, from a bold young stallion to an overweight loser waiting for death to come knocking. Remembering what my moms death did to the rest of my life and how it put me on the path to theft I used my now powerful magic to push him to the ground with the force of a wagon hitting him and held him down. "YOU SADISTIC BASTARD, BECAUSE OF YOU MY LIFES BEEN NOTHING BUT HELL, IT ALL ENDS HERE!" I couldn't hold in my emotions or control them, I was out of control and before I knew it, I was launching him across the large factory space with my magic as if he was a rag doll. After the first few seconds he was gone, the life drained from him with a final look of fear mixed with sorrow and despair, the same look my father had. That only increased my rage as I cursed his name and using all my magic slammed his limp corpse all across the factory yard. By the time I ran out of energy to continue his corpse was a mushy pile of blood flesh and broken bones. I lied down in a corner and wept. I had never taken another ponies life before, doing so made me feel like an evil greater than corruption. The next day I left Manehattan and went off towards Appleloosa to meet with a stallion named Tommy Nug. We were going to discuss working together for a while until both of us got he money we needed, but things don't always go as planned now do they...