Revolutionary Fragrance

Marx was out for a walk with Engels throughout the London night. As the couple passed by a lamp two men came from an alley. It was over in a flash as Marx heard the cry of "Für Kaiser!" Before two loud bangs ruptured and thrust through the air. Seeing the flash then the tide of bullets in his stomach caused a bleeding Marx to collapse on the ground. As his eyes began to fade he looked around and saw a bloodied Engels trying to stand slowly. Alas he began to drift off despite his best efforts. The last thing he heard was screams and the cries of passersby

But then his eyes woke up- He was at first relieved to be alive as he looked around the- cabin? Of some sorts he was in? Whatever dwelling it was, it looked most strange, very strange indeed. The sun was gently blessing the day as through the windows it lightened the room. It seemed almost picturesque for a few moments. He wondered where he had ended up, the land beyond the window revealed little information to deuce as he tried to climb out of bed only to fall down.

It was at that very moment he realised he no longer had arms but rather four hooves like that of an equine, even more strangely the coat was of a distinct pastel emanating from beyond. Marx was bewildered as he tried to stand on his hooves and recollect the situation yet he could came to no satisfactory conclusion and worst yet he- or perhaps she realised the form he had somehow took was more certainly not that of a stallion yet rather a mare. Marxs wanted to scream in terror as he began to understand the severity of what was going on. Why- HOW even had he turned into a… horse? A pony? How could this be, he thought.

As he gathered himself and stood properly he gazed around the room. It was strange, like an inn of some sorts. There was a night-stand with some sort of journal written on it. Marx went to read it only to realise he had no hands, just hooves. For a few seconds he just kinda looked at the page not really knowing what to do. He brought his hoof and smacked himself across the face trying to awake from whatever coma induced… weird nightmarish like dream? He had found himself in.

Alas to no avail he was wide awake and a fuming pain on his cheek though in doing so he had felt something else. He looked up and saw, penetrating out from his temple. “Ah oida, ist das nicht praktisch, eine verdammte Hupe?” Ah, now isn’t that convenient, a fucking horn he thought openly. It was then he tried to focus on the book and to his unamused bewilderment the fucking thing moved and a light translucent red glow emanated from his horn.

It was written in the English tongue, that was good enough at least, a language he understood and could read. Perhaps this.. World? Had some parallels to his own he thought. He began to read throughout this journal and found it was much like his own life. This “Caramel Marks” not only sounded phonetically similar but her life seemed similar to his own. Both economists ventured throughout the world, or in Caramel's case “Equestria” and Caramel seemed to be reproducing his own theories. Though, the notes about some sun goddess “alicorn-” whatever that was- and other such immunities raging from the minute to the esoteric were less than helpful and only served to confuse the already poor mindfucked Karl.

He came across mentions this ‘Fire Angel’ “Sounds like Frederich… Could Engels be here? That’d be a relief though not less confusing.” He bemused that this world seemed so like Earth, yet so definitely not either. There was one place however that sounded uniquely inspired, Severyana. It lined up perfectly with his theorists of industrial revolution and seemed ripe for it he thought. An aristocratic boyar led autonomous state within a much larger absolutist- feudal? He thought, monarchy led by a… Omnipresent Goddess that controlled the sun and moon… Ok perhaps not literally everything lined up exactly with his theories but- close enough.

After what must’ve been hours of reading Marks- Or Marxs decided to get up and take a look around outside. As he opened the door which led throughout a corridor he felt a unique sense of nausea throughout him. What the fuck was going on, a sense of fear from being in such a new world. With a deep breath though, he ventured forth, worrisome at what he might meet.