In search of glory, riches and a harem of amorous hens, Gillet must start from the ground up if he's to achieve the same level of fame as the celebrity Talons of old.

War. War was a foreign concept. After over a millennium of peace, the dark shadow of war covers Equestria leading to the Last Day and the end of pony civilisation for two hundred years. This is the tale of a pony who came long before the Wasteland, before Littlepip, before Red Eyes and the Enclave. This is the story of Rivet Bolt and his journey to become a champion of peace through an instrument of chaos.

Unfortunately, Our Finest Hour is dead and I currently have no interest in continuing/rewriting it at present. However, if you enjoy my writing, please check out my current FO:E side fic Waking the Dead! I'm sure you'll enjoy at least 5% more than a memory extraction!

Waking up with a hole in the head might seem like a bad way to start your life, but what if you deserved it?

"Every pony like me should be shot in the head at least once."

When he discovers the entire wasteland hates him, the amnesiac Ripple, once Two-Kick Rip the raider warlord, sees his wounds in a very new light. On a path that's half vengeance and half bid to redeem himself, he must rid the wasteland of his old gang and another, much more sinister foe.

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The cancelled sequel is over at Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Chaos.
This fanfiction is based on Fallout Equestria by Kkat; a familiarity with the source material may aid your enjoyment.

THE WHOLE FIC HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. I HAD TO UPDATE IT IN THIS ONE B/C APPARENTLY. I CAN'T POST A FIC WITH A SIMILAR NAME, EVEN THOUGH IT'S BLATANTLY STATED IN THE TITLE THAT IT IS ESSENTIALLY A NEW FIC. (yes I get it's stated in the do not post section, but it seems like an extremely stupid rule)

A drunk, a zebra and a barmaid walk into a bar. And what do you get?

One damn weird "quest"

Quick Scope's life is changed when he goes out hunting on the wrong day. Or perhaps the right. Only the story will tell, but this life altering event pushes him to travel across the wastes in search of it's origins, but will this endeavor be yet another failure or shall he prevail? Things don't go as planned in the wastes, but who knows miracles happen.

A choose-your-own Wasteland story, Luck of the Draw depends on audience participation to direct the fate of Lucky, the protagonist of the story. Born in Stable 7, a lone pegasus among earth and unicorn ponies, Lucky is anything but. Will he become a savior or scourge of the wastes? From chapter 1, his fate is in your hands...or hooves, whichever you prefer.

Go to http://luckysfate.tumblr.com/ to vote on how the story goes! After enough votes are tallied, the story will progress, for better or worse!

P.S. Don't forget to tell your friends!

Hired Gun and Serenity from "Fallout Equestria: Heroes" take a train ride as part of a job and cross paths Citquine and Celly from "Fallout Equestria: Wings" in this fun and completely non-canon stand alone adventure.

This story takes takes place in an alternate time line branching off some point after Chapter 11 of Heroes, so reading to that point would be helpful for understanding who the characters are. This story also takes place some time after the end of Wings, but knowledge of that series isn't too required.

There are things out there in the Wastelands even the historians don't know about.

Whirling Feather is just another ordinary pony in the Grand Pegasus Enclave military. Living above the protecting cloud cover, she's fairly oblivious to the poisonous wasteland below.
But after an unpleasant mission goes horribly wrong, she find herself grounded and isolated.
Now she simply wants to go home - but it is the Equestrian Wasteland, there is no such thing as simplicity.

Coverart done by the awseome and irreplaceable Slouping.
Check out his other art as well.

[This fiction is based on the one Kkat created. I do not own any rights concerning the Fallout games, My Little Pony or Fallout Equestria itself]

NOTE: This is still "Legends of Transylvania." You're not crazy, the story has been renamed. I just liked the original name more, so I deleted the old story and kept the name for the official story moving forward.

Stories are passed down generation after generation. Over time the tales become mixed and confused, sometimes forgotten. History gets intertwined with legend and turned into simple mare's-tales spoken to young ones at night. Details may be forgotten - however, the weight of which they warn is not.

Stable 17 was built in secret within the region of Transylvania in northwestern Equestria, safely situated between the base of Smokey Mountain and Vanhoover. The one and only Stable of its kind, it was built to protect the native thestral ponies who resided in the area in the event of a catastrophic war. These ponies -- commonly known as 'bat ponies' by the other races of Equestria -- sported fangs and leathery wings. They were secluded and otherwise shunned by their neighboring ponies, but under the reign of Princess Luna, a brief chance was given to preserve their future.

Transylvania, with its economy driven mainly by farming, saw little to no action in the war and was blissfully spared by the balefire that consumed Equestria. Though no bomb fell in the region, the destructive magical radiation from the bombings still seeped across the mountains. The thestrals of Transylvania holed themselves within their protective ring of mountains, never daring to explore the wastes that lay beyond.

Midnight Wind, at least that's what they call me. I grew up within the confines of Stable 17 where I was certain I would live peacefully and die peacefully, all alone as an outcast among my people. See, I was born among my thestral kind but for some reason or another, I popped out of the womb as half a pegasus. Maybe it was genetics, maybe it was destiny, all it did was make my life miserable.

Things got worse when the Overmare learned that I was elected to take her position, she wasn't too happy. I was forced out of the stable, finding myself stuck out in the open world of the Transylvanian wasteland. I had no supplies, no friends, and no knowledge of the new world before me. With a grievous wound received upon my escape, my life was sure to end quickly.

Well, my life would have ended if it wasn't for another pony who was kicked out with me; none other than Scarlet Rose, the Overmare's own sister. A mare who seemed to blame all of her woes on me.

Things would only continue to spiral for me as I became plagued with visions and dreams of another era. Stories of alicorns, wars, and the fate of thestrals on the brink of disaster.

Night by night, secrets tucked away within the forested overgrowth of Transylvania's lands began to become ever present. Every step that Scarlet and I took seemed to whisper the tales of legends. Scarlet and I not only had to overcome our own differences, but together we would soon be tasked to protect the sovereignty of Transylvania. Maybe even the very existence of our dying thestral race.

Huge-normous thanks to Kkat for creating the world of Fallout Equestria!

Thanks to all of you crazies who stuck around for this story to revive itself. Seriously.

*COPYRIGHT*
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO HASBRO INC. FOR OWNERSHIP OF "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

100 years after the Gardens of Equestria activated, the New Equestrian High Council has maintained peace throughout the nation. Now that there is peace, one ambitious creature wants to rebuild. Only, he wants to rebuild and entire species.

He can not do this alone. With permission from the High Council itself, he has taken with him, two ponies from the military. They will travel through lands still wild, and even lands not explored for a millenia.

If you really care about plot, it's about Frosty and Violet (From the sleeper hit Fallout: Equestria - Memories!) experimenting with the wonders of reality-bending magic! Because somewhere in an alternate universe, there's a Frosty doing something needlessly reckless.

Most of these will be crossovers with other things. All of these will be written at 2am or later because I'm a crazy poni. Updates will be intermittent since I'll upload these as they are written. These'll also be editor-less since I think I know what I'm doing.

Commendations by editors and/or people I know:

[1:59:46 AM] Crushric of Orléans: No editing D: You're worse than Hitler. Even hitler had editors~