#dartmoore

Stocks in Belstone (Dartmoor, England).

Usually set up in a marketplace or town square, the stocks immobilized the feet of the one being punished.  People could thus insult, spit at and kick them.

“Whaaaaaaat. We’re all like. A technological wonderland of progress or whatever.” Vanilla excitedly explained. “It used to be some tiny snowed in village in the north that was only known for having huge trees, but some genius engineering wizard type swooped in and helped build it into a proper city even quicker than New Ponyville sprung up. Not bad for what was supposed to be a consolation prize”

“That’s impressive! I think. How long did it take to build New Ponyville…?” Truffle nervously chuckled at his own obliviousness.     “... wait, you live here, don’t you? Shouldn’t you know?” Vanilla couldn’t help herself looking amused at Truffle’s ignorance.

“Hey! For all you know, I could grown up on a farm outside of the city proper, or something!” Truffle argued.

“Aw heck naw, Truff. What’re you tryin’ to ‘sinuate?  Ah did grow up on a farm outside of the city proper, and New Ponyville was built in about three years, finishin’ about fifteen years ago. Learn some history!” Harvest pridefully stated. Truffle nearly tripped over himself in response, and Vanilla’s attempt to hold her laughter broke hard.

“Oh my gosh, she just wrecked you! I love it!” Vanilla snorted through giggles, and Truffle blushed.

Die Frage stellt sich mir, weil sein letztes politisches Manöver von einer Art ist, bei der ausgebuffte Scammer zu Fangirls werden könnten. Klar, er hat diesen Plan nicht selber ausgetüftelt, aber für ein Ding in dieser Grössenordnung, das weiss jeder erwerbsmässige Betrüger, braucht man ein ganzes Team gerissener Menschen und mindestens einen Trottel.

Das war ja wahrscheinlich von Anfang an…