Los Pegasus..Ah, yes. What did ponies call it? "The City of Opportunity"? Yeah..Yeah, that's what it is. Or...at least that's what it was. It wasn't like how it was now..
Before the war, it was a playground for mares and gentlecolts alike - Casinos as far as the eyes could see, along with all the alcohol a stallion could ever ask for. High stakes were in the gambling dens for you ponies to get a feel in card games, slot machines, craps, the works! Everybody wanted a thrill, paying anything to play just one more time. Some will win, some will lose...Some were born to sing the blues. ...But enough about that, it's get back to introducing this, shall we? It was truly a prosperous time for those who liked to push their luck. ...That is, until the bombs dropped.
Now? Let me describe it like this: There's no more fun, and there's just decay. Gentlecolt clubs now not only reek of adultery, but also rotting flesh. I have no idea.. Anyways, the only gamble you're going to find there is with your life. But..It's not like that here in Vault 60. Sure, we may not have the gambling you seek, but there is plenty of alcohol to go around! ...If it's your thing to drink, that is. Anyways, my name is Gordon..Gordon Cloudhopper. Strange name, I know. I'm even surprised griffons could get accepted into a Stable to be honest..But I digress, I am a griffon. My feathers are a bright golden-yellow with white running down the belly. I have a pair of shining green eyes that are like emeralds in the light of this underground home. My occupation here is way better than most - Medicinal practice. Unlike some who are cursed to work as a PipBuck Technician. ....What, was that job already taken by a mare? Huh...
However, I'm not alone down here...There's three friends who I've met and grown to care for. Let me introduce you to them.
The first one is the Deputy Commander Arctic Frost. He was the first ever meeting of a pony I'd ever met. How to describe him? For a guardsmen...Arctic is cheery. Which is surprising, given that most guards are just dreary and lifeless, like statues. The stallion has a pure white body and mane,but with blue streaks in between. Looks like his specialty seems to be in (of course) firearms. A steady muzzle and teeth to pull the trigger, Arctic's one stallion you'll need in a fire fight.
Second, is a pegasus known as Double Tap. ..Wasn't that some kinda soda? A-Anyway..He's an engineer in the maintenance department. Unlike Arctic, Double's more along the lines of a...stern, but loyal friend. Try to imagine a mix of Rainbow Dash and Applejack in personality. His specialty? I haven't figured it out yet, but I do see him studying all sorts of computer things.. Maybe he could be some sort of hacker?
The last one...is honestly, the first friend I'd ever made in this place. He's a griffon much like me, except with shining silver-grey feathers, to compliment mine. In a way...me and him are polar opposites. His name is Silver, of course. Initially, Silver was a little bit of a cold want-to-be tough guy, trying to look like a total badass, pardon my swearing. Eventually, Silver and I warmed up to each other after a fight in one of the classrooms, and we became close friends. The griffon is the kind of guy to pull pranks and I believe I saw him picking a lock once, but...I'm not sure yet. Embarrassingly enough for a badass, he works at the Barber shop much to dismay. It's a little... unorthodox.
Anyways, that's the basics of me and my friends.. In the world which you will see through or our eyes, we will embark on this journey as heroes. We must be brave and keep pushing on...
...Huh? Oh! Yeah, I'll be right there! ...Anyways, this is our story. Sit back, relax, and let this adventure begin!