Promo-ish: Fallout Equestria: Houses of the Holy

here is a bit of what I have in development, not nothing special but im getting a feel for the actual writing. (if not editing :P)

Promo: Getting myself into character... or not quite.

Like usual on a Psalmday evening I was in the shop fiddling around with some of the broken machines Grease left sitting around the shop. Unlike usual however one of them started working, I enjoyed playing with the machines from the old realm but I was by no means a skilled… technician I believe is the proper word.

-Static-
What up ponies!!! It's Breaking News reporting to you live, don't touch that set you're gonna want to hear what's happinin' out and about the wasteland. 
I know you emerald isles ponies what to hear the local down and dirty but first a bit of follow up from the wide wide wasteland of motherland equestria. He he. See what I did there? Strangelove is gonna kill me!!
Anypony, remember a few weeks ago when I told you about that freaky cyborg red eye in fillydelphia? Turns out this good weather we're having is leaving the airwaves clean enough to piggyback onto the elustrious DJ Pon-3's station. Here's a segment I plucked out of thin air and being the nice gal I am I even denoised it for you. Strait from the Master himself!!
-static-
Well, well, well wasteland, it's a sad day today. DJ Pon-3 needs your help down in fillydelphia. I told you a few days ago about this fucking bastard red eyes. Well a little pony in my ear told me that he is up to no good, not just enslaving raiders and the other bastards out there but he is also attacking and capturing innocent caravans traveling through the city ruins. So please, if you're in the area and see anything send it my way so I can keep all you beautiful little ponies out there informed on the latest developments.
To all of you wonderful citizens in fillydelphia fighting the good fight, the wasteland thanks you for relaying the latest happenings up here to tenpony tower so your truely beloved  can keep the airwaves wiggling.
Remember you heard it here first.
Now get ready to crank it up for sapphire shores belting out one of her best!!
-static-
Well there y'all go folks, that's some real news from the Ol' Soverignship of Equestria, pretty cool right? Getting a DJ Pon-3 broadcast out this far. I'm stoked, Talk about ones childhood heroes...
Now for... Aww fuck it. You ponies know my record player is broken and I can't play any vinyl right now. I can't put it on tape either... Noting to make the tunes for the tape to record from. But you are in luck, it just so happens that I managed to pluck and strip a few songs from Pon-3's playlist along with that broadcast. Get ready for some new musica para del raudio! Strap in and prepare your virgin ears for the music the rest of the wasteland listens to!!!
-static-

I fell back onto my haunches, wings dropping lifelessly to my sides. What was, I don't even know how to react to the strange voice on this machine, "raudio" she called it. Nor the occurrences of which she spoke. Fillydelphia? Slavery? Red Eyes? All those horrible things! How could anypony do such things to another living creature. My life in the abbey had done little to prepare me for this shocking proclamation made by the voice of Breaking News, even less so that of the DJ Pon-3. How could a pony speak so light heartedly about another taking their life. What monster would take anothers life for whatever it was this Strangelove was offended over? But something about its perversion bit into my soul and took root deep within me.

My confusion was put to the side when the music began to play. May the goddesses be praised, the voice of Sapphire Shores was beautiful!
It was not long before the raudio I repaired became my dark temptation at nights. I would listen to it, the news but especially the music the pony called Breaking News played.

Promo #2: a much more successful attempt at getting myself a feel for the story and character... not nearly as clean though

My name is Sunset and im a Pegasus. My cutiemark is a setting sun backdrop with wings draped with bandages. My super special talent? Not flying. I fell from the setting sun and since then I haven’t gotten airborne. That was when I was still a little filly, now Ive become a full-blown member of the flock. Im pretty excited about right now because im going on my first ministry with the other young mares and stallions and try to help the less fortunate ponies that don’t live at the abbey.
We are traveling to one of the nearby peninsulas to help the ponies who live there with medical and food aid. When we arrive im shocked at how horrible and starving the ponies of the sea side town appear. They look like skeletons with only some of the skin attached. Its cold out and my skin tingles sharply in the slight breeze that brought us here by sloop.
At first we only find adults who are too sick and malnourished to care for themselves. Dying slowly from nothing more that neglect and the passage of time. There really isn’t anything we can do but try and make this slow death less painful for them. Some for some reason don’t want our charitable help.
During my short meal time I break off from the majority of our ministers to have a few moments by myself to shed tears for all the poor powerless ponies we found. There was nothing we could do for them. I felt like a failure. Not a single one we tried to save looked strong enough to last more than a few weeks after we left. I wanted to go back to the abbey and never leave ever again in my life. Then I hear a rustle in the nearly lifeless shrubs dying everywhere around me. My sharp ears swiftly track down the culprit bush and I approach the see what was making it move.
With a maniacal snarl a horribly disfigured colt jumps at me from the hiding place and with gnashing teeth bites deeply into my shoulder. I scream in terror and pain. The colt is too weak to take hold and in a moment of involuntary panic desperately shake his bloodied teeth from my shoulder. In my pererfual vision I see more disfigured ponies like this colt racing towards me with gnashing teeth. Terrified and confused I sprint for the nearest path and dash along it at top speed. Using my agility afforded by the flightless assistance wings gave me I ran until the pain in my oozing shoulder and lungs forced me to stop.
At this point im somewhat lost and too scared to take the same path past that insane gruesome colt that smelled of decay and death and his “friends”. I stop and carefully tend for my wounded shoulder with bandages from my saddlebags and limp slowly in the direction that I guess leads back to the ship and the other ministers. My skin and mane continue to tingle and begin itch as the moon rises over the horizon. After limping a fair distance, farther than I thought I’d run the my namesake begins its dive below the horizon and im left the the twilight of a full moon. Walking has become too painful for me so I take what shelter I can find within a cave barricaded by a rotten doorway. The cave recedes rather far beyond how far I want to limp into the darkness. But without hearing anything, even the drop of a pebble or even droplets of water I feel as safe as one can feel in such circumstances.
I check what I have remaining in my saddlebags. Im hungry but all the food I have left is for the ministry and I have no right to take from those less fortunate than myself. I have most of my last waterskin left so I take several deep gulps to replace some of the blood ive lost.
I find a comfortable pile of shale to lie apon and do my best to rest although I know I wont be able to shut my eyes tonight.
The terror eating away at my constitution finally wins out and I break into a sobbing wreck. Hours pass in fear and misery when I hear the faintest timid clop of hooves upon the shale from the cave entrance. Scare that the putrid colt might have followed me I hide behind what protection I can find and wait in focused apprehension.
After a surprisingly short period of time a small dark figure stumbles past me in the near total darkness. I hold my breath in expectation and wait. The figure passes me and continues deeper into the tunnel like darkness. After several minutes pass I hear the faint sobs emanating from deep within the cave. The sound is very much like that of a heartbroken little filly. I overcome my apprehension and decide to continue deeper, my ministry is to help other unfortunate ponies, such as sobbing filly. As I proceed my eyesight fades into total blackness. My eyes usually never adjust well to darkness, so even in a night lit by the full moon I have trouble picking hoofholds, I generally avoid walking in the darkness. Carefully testing my way deeper into the cave I use my wings to align myself with the tunnel and my sharp hearing and sense of touch to feel my way deeper into the tunneling darkness
In my earlier terror I forgot how much I hate shadows. In the darkness I screw my eyes shut and try not to think of all the pitch black nothingness surrounding me.
I hear the sobbing getting nearer before it cuts off with a shuddering sharp intake of breath. I relaxed a little knowing the filly had heard me and seemed to be scared instead of attacking. Carefully on continued I called out softly telling her I meant her no harm. Still feelng my way forward and guessing I was right next to the now silent filly I bumped into something that was both cold and perfectly flat. Not what I expected at the end of a cave.
I sat down and thought for a moment before starting to sing a soft hymn, one of my favorites from Psalmday School.

Dear princess, I should have seen the signs
Chaos has risen again after all this time
Somehow I have to escape from
This nightmare of a world ours has become
What happened to the nation we all knew
We're crushed under Discord's rule
Where has harmony gone?
Feels like Equestria has been gone for so long

I heard the filly softly exhale her held breath and even managed to pick up the sound of her relaxing her tensed muscles.

One last thing
That I've got to say
One more report
Before it's too late
I'm begging you to stop this chaos today
One last thing
That I gotta prove
One final goodbye
Before we meet our doom
Something happened to the peace that we all knew
This is my one last letter to you

I stopped the hymn as I felt the filly brush up against my foreleg. I reached out and held her in a soft embrace reassuring her with soft kind word. Finally she melted down into an upwelling of unquenchable tears into my aching shoulder. I didn’t complain, I was really helping a pony for once.