It is the 11th Millenium, and there is only war.
The land of Equestria is no more. Discord re-awoke from his slumber, and destryoyed the Elements of Harmony, transforming them into his field commanders for his plan of conquest and war.
But it was not only Discord who re-awoke. Emboldened by the failure of the Elements, King Sombra raised his hordes and marched on Canterlot, destroying Princess Celestia, as well as Princess Cadence and Captain Shining Armour. Luna fled into the darkness unknown, before sealing off Equestria into an eternity of madness.
Ponykind descended into barbarism and savagery, and 1,000 years of madness reigned as technology regressed to its basest and most horrifying forms.
We tetered on the brink of extinction, and would have fallen, were it not for the Might of the God-Empress, and her Angels of Death. The Space Mareines.
Awakened was the might of the Imperium of Ponykind. From the City of Vanhoover, the might of the Legions slowly clawed back the realm of Ponykind. But not even the mighty Adeptus Astartes could be everywhere at once.
From the ashes of the art of sorcery rose the Inquisition. Headed by Grand-Inquisitor Sweetie Belle, they are the bullwark against any spiritual evil that threatens Ponykind, aided by the might of both the Inquisitors and the Deathwatch, who purge evil with fire and fury.
But such might is of little consequence without troops on the ground. For this, we have the glory of the Fabricator-General, Apple Bloom. Her machines and weapons are the Hammer of the Empress, the Imperial Guard. Their numbers are limitless, like a mighty wave that crashes upon the shore.
But it is a dark and brutal time. Although Ponykind was saved from extinction, the many threats still ravage the lands. Brutal creatures of madness roam the land, ravaging and killing. From the depths of the Warp, Luna plots her return to the world, aided by her Chaos Space Mareines. Sombra continues to push his mysterious agenda from the North, whilst the Changelings slaughter all in their path from the South.
To live in such a world is to exist in the bloodiest regime imaginable. It is a time of bloodshed and turmoil. It is a time of death and savagery. This is the tale of those times.
If you choose to make the journey to this world, then prepare yourself now. There is no peace in the world of Equis, only an eternity of carnage and the laughter of cruel gods.
The world, however, is a big place, and whatever happens, you will not be missed.
In the Grim Darkness of the 11th Millenium, there is only war.