War? No, my little ponies, war never changes.

The Zebras and Ponies of this world have fought many wars, in many different places and in many different ways. From sticks to stones, from bows to guns, from grenades to Megaspells; the way we fight wars has evolved. From secretive wars, to civil wars, to global devastation, war can be fought on so many different levels that it’s surrounding us.

But war has, and always will, maintain the same ugly face that it’s had since the beginning of time.

War can evolve, but can it change? No. You see, war… war never changes.

All creatures of every race, religion and gender, whether Pony, Zebra or otherwise, have an insatiable desire to destroy. Even the most innocent of creatures have the urge, deep inside, to demolish. To conquer. To be dominant. It’s not something that can be helped; it’s in our nature.

And yet for millenia, these desires have been kept under a blanket of genorousity, laughter, kindness, honesty, loyalty and, of course, the magic of friendship. However, this did not stop the destructive nature of ponykind to build up, filling a bottle of war and death over time. Eventually, this bottle overflowed, and the blanket was lifted.

War became reality. The weapons race was an all new revolution to the Equestrian industry, and yet when the time called for it, they adapted almost instantly.

The day that nuclear fire rained down from the sky was the same day that our aggressive nature was quelled – the world as we knew it was wiped out, destroyed in a cyclone of balefire and radiation. But this was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world.

Instead, this was but a prologue to another war-driven, rage-induced chapter of pony history.

Those who were lucky enough to escape the radioactive culling of life did so in massive, state-of-the-art underground fallout shelters, known as Stables. These Stables, however, were nothing but sick, curiosity-induced social experiments. The destructive nature of ponykind had even made its way into the one salvation from such a thing.

I was alive before the war, I survived the nuclear holocaust, and here I am telling you my story; how I got here, why I’m here, and who I’m about to kill. You can’t stop war. You can only delay the inevitable.

Because war…

…War never changes.