Fallout Equestria: Tales of Chicacolt
Prologue: Tales of a Broken City
Far beyond the mountain and swamps of the broken ruins of Canterlot, there lies a city. A city that once was the shining jewel of art, science, business, and everything in between. A city of culture, and class. A melting pot of many races, all joined together under the Equestrian banner.
Here lies Chicacolt, the broken city.
On that fateful day, when the megaspells fell, Chicacolt was torn asunder from within. The defense megaspell intended to protect the city was triggered by zebra infiltrators, instead of shooting incoming threats out of the sky Chicacolt’s mass of defensive missiles pummeled it’s own streets relentlessly. To add insult to injury, balefire radiation rode the Lake Mareigan winds into the beleaguered town.
But ponykind's demise was not yet written in stone. Although the great metropolis lay silent for many years after the end of the world, Chicacolt would not be alone forever. Many would come to the Windy City for its secrets, for sanctuary provided by the large numbers of remaining buildings. When the Stables beneath its vast underground opened, the races that inhabited them made Chicacolt their own. Ponykind had survived the darkest of times; but they were not alone.
Now, the boroughs belong to the gangs, from the wacky but powerful Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Mafia to the brutish Cult of Iron Will. Every day, ponies, minotaur, zebra, and even brahmin fight for survival. Eking out a meager living in the town that once held so many dreams.
These are their tales. Tales of dreamers, of fighters, of lovers. Tales of pony and non-pony alike. Tales of a City beaten by Time that refuses to break.
The Tales... of Chicacolt.