Second person fic involving your adventures in equestria as the head of a crime syndicate.

After you fell, everything changed. Everything was cleaner, polished. Almost like it was made especially for you, your playground to do what you want with. anything at all, including gang warfare, creating firearms in Equestria, creating organized crime in Equestria, and most importantly, creating explosives in Equestria. You simply must have those explosives.

A/n: Story in need of editor and or executioner with a better writer.