On the last day of August, something very strange happened.

It began as a peaceful, but tense, protest outside of the offices of a local biotech coroportation. What transpired, however, unleashed a horror that nopony could contain. All of ponydom was overrun by a howling shambling mass. Civilisation was in ruins. Buffets were cancelled. The smell of sugar filled the air.

On the last day of August, Equestria turned into a cooking floor.

(Cover art by Vednix)