INTRODUCTION
Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria…
...the inevitable result of the path pony kind had chosen had finally come to shocking fruition. Everyone who entered into the conflict expected victory. Everyone was optimistic. But as the hostilities escalated, optimism faded and society began to collapse.
The great Stables were built to house the elite, the powerful, the influential and those deemed necessary to their survival. Inside resources and technology were stockpiled, a final defense against the coming holocaust. With the past behind them and the present destroyed. They looked to the future…
Many of these Stables failed in the psychological turmoil that ensued in the few weeks or months after the world was scorched. Some took to science, chemistry, magic, the arcane arts in efforts to rectify their forefather mistakes and establish a place in the surface above. Fewer even took up arms under mountains of stone. Cadences ring, hooves fall in brutal unison, and indoctrination spouting from the great officers to the submissive subordinates. Regardless, all wish to carve their occupation of the wastes.
The Equestrian Frontier was a lawless expanse, even before the Great War. As Equestria’s nationalist pride grew, so did its borders. Though supposedly governed by the motherland, this place remained without rule or law, soon becoming a bastion for criminals from the northern Badlands. When the spells fell, little change came to this place, just a lot more trouble for its inhabitants in the following years.
But the Frontier is stirring. Marches commencing, training drums beating, and a mare’s dream coming to dark fruition. All is threatened. The Frontier. The Badlands. Everything is crumbling before the remnants of the Old World.
Life in the Frontier, is about to change...
Fallout: Equestria
Wanderer's Woes