The wasteland was never a kind place. But it was even worse inside the division, the world seemed to be against anything untwisted by the toxic lands. Yet even with all this against the residence they called it home. Pride filled mares and stallions that stood over the blood collored sands and delved through the radiation and taint twisted rainforest for life and death. They cared only for themselves and not ending up six feet under the dirt. Who had the time to worry about what was happening to the pony a mile away when you had a problem in front of you?
Most stayed because they didn't have anywhere else to go, some stayed to help the others. But a few came seeking the secrets that last hidden inside the many bunkers and long used hayfire silos. Tools and stocks of war left behind as the world changed, though the fighting never ended, no night was peaceful as the sound of gunfire and yelling echoed through the night air under the smog filled skies.
Time hasn't been any kinder to this place than a super mutant to a radroach. And let's just say it's not easy to tell what the mush was before when the mutant was finally bored and walked away. Ponies were really no better than most, as eager to put a bullet in the head of a passing stranger for their food and ammunition then they would be willing to sit and chat. The lands had been compared to the hoofington, and in some ways they were right. If one were to forget about enervation and civilization then you could call them the same. Miles between towns that had become stretches of wildlife gone wild, beasts that hunted on the outskirts of shanty villages and raiders that hunted both. Like the land itself wanted the creatures that lead to its twisted form to be gone. To get rid of the infection so it could try to heal.
Such is a place no one really comes to looking to find anything but sorrow. Yet, the land has a secret it hides inside a building the locals call the "Breach". The few who dare to enter its walls have never returned. They speak of twisted abominations that hunt in its walls, winged beasts that sound louder than a rocket that shoots into the sky like a star and return with a new toy for the building to torment until it finally falls victim to its whims. Fools have tried to tame the breach, Scaling old walls and delving into the cracks of the foundation, armed and armoured to the teeth. Ready to fight anything the world would throw at them. However they never came back. It was a filly, short for her age and starved that had entered in the hopes of finding anything she could get for some food. She made it past a group and delved into the halls.
She returned, three days later, with a pair of saddlebags that were far too big for her. Mouth shut tight as she trotted back into town bleeding and covered in cuts. She didn't speak a word as she trotted to the only medic the town had. No one asked her what happened, no one asked her what she found. The doctor treated her and fed her, helped her, and when the day came she paid him back with a bar of gold. A solid block of gold that she pulled out of her saddle bag. Word spread quickly, many wanted answers, some just wanted the filly, and a few were there to take whatever she had grabbed. It had been madhouse until She came out, and dumped out her saddle bags on the dirt. Inside were no treasures. They were full of twisted metal and spent casings. The iron from armour and broken remains of guns that had been torn apart like paper.
“I only found one, but here, you can take what is left of the fools who died for a shiny rock.”
Ponies fell silent, Looking over the broken scraps and pisces of the dead ponies that had delved into the building. Some saw reason, after all this filly may have been lucky to have even been alive after making it into the building in the first place. Others saw a challenge, A way to get rich and if a filly could make it in and out with a bar of gold then they would be able to do that and more. With that the filly walked back into the doctors building, Becoming a doctor herself, one of few words as she helped the ponies that got sick or hurt. The very gold bar she had found slowly vanished, bits and pices used to pay for medicine and equipment were needed.
The filly turned mare never spoke of what she saw inside the Breatch, she never sold medical supplies to any fool who was heading into its walls. When asked she would simply shake her head and say that medicine was far too important to waste on a walking corpse. Years moved on and every day, at five pm, a radio signal named DD-2213 broadcasts for ten minutes. The same words, the same call that attracted fools and the brave.
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Transcribed audio log
Length of audio 00:05:00 ((loops once before signal is terminated.))
00:00:01- Hello?
00:00:02- Hello?
00:00:03- Is anyone out there?
00:00:05- I'm stuck in here.
00:00:06- (Unknown noise proceeds to drown out the voice for 00:01:04)
00:02:00- I need help, they know I'm here!
00:02:05- dear Celestia, please… please
00:02:06- (sound of crying. Assumed to be mare. Continued for 00:00:10)
00:02:16- I, I don't know how far down I am… this place is a maze.
00:02:20- All I needed was medicine!
00:02:21- (sound of screaming, commotion. Likely a struggle between a mare and an unknown assailant. Ends in 00:01:30)
00:03:51- (recording device is picked up off of ground, sound of touch again microphone)
00:03:55- (new voice is speaking over recording) Hello? Can you hear me?
00:04:00- Stay away
00:04:01- (recording device dropped, sound of movement. Continued until the sound of the device smashed.)
Audio log complete
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One crazy pony yells at any who go through the pass. Dark warnings of death and hopeless souls. But who would? Such a mystery to be solved, a world of lost secrets and fame. The same lures that lead the world to its damnation pulled and baited the fools that craved fame. Fillies and colts who wished for better times and lives, Stallions and mares that wanted more than to waste away in fields trying to make a living in a safe life. The Raiders and bandits that wished to pray on the land to make their own life better, Taking what they wanted and killing whoever stood in their way.