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// Introduction 
// Story: Dark Lights Shine Bright 
// by PandOracle 
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Introduction


As all of you ponies here know. Everything in this world is either filled with chaos, or just completely deserted of all living things. There were no exceptions. Yes, there are some good ponies, I’ve met them. I even fought side by side with them, but it’s not enough to keep all forms of destruction away and everypony knows it. Still, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t give it one hell of a try. We actually made a dent, nearly succeeded in the impossible.

But I’m not trying to tell all of you ponies how great my life has been in this shitty world. If that was the case, then I wouldn’t be here sitting with you and telling you this. I would still be with those ponies, still be fighting for a better today and tomorrow and recovering what really happened in our past.

As I said though. I’m not here to tell you about that. I’m here to tell you about what happened all together in my life that would make a difference to what has happened now. And to maybe try and convince some of you ponies to help with what I have planned for in the near future.

Before I start though. I need to tell you some quick things about myself and these people called PIPS-Tech

At the start of this journey, I was in a similar position to now. The difference was that I wasn’t smart, I felt like I needed certain ponies to survive when all they did was hurt me. They broke my mind into believing that I couldn’t survive outside, and I nearly didn’t because of that. They gave me everything I needed, just not enough of it. That made me desperate, it made me depend on them. It made me do many things for them in hopes that they would just maybe give me a little bit more next time. That meant that I did not know how to survive alone.

I was also quick to make decisions. I trusted ponies that I shouldn’t have trusted. I doubted the ponies that I shouldn’t have doubted and in turn, I made my few friends my biggest enemies. All because I was submissive at the start, because I let ponies beat me around and do what I wanted and then got cocky when I found my true freedom..

But the decisions that I made...I think you should all know now that I wasn’t proud of them. Well, that goes without speaking. Nopony ever wants to make their friends enemies. But I need to say now that those choices weren’t the only bad ones I have done, and that I severely regret most of them. I can’t tell you what they are right now. No that would ruin the whole story and not really make any sense, but I’m asking that once you hear of them, then you won’t just tie me up and beat me to death or something like that. I’m hoping that you will stick through them to hear me to the end, or fuck off if you can’t do that. 

PIPS-Tech was a company. PIPS stands for Pony Intelligence and Protection Service. They were an amazing organisation. Or at least that’s what ponies though about them at first, and they had no reason not to. PIPS-Tech had been the first to master mass Magilogy creations, easier known as Magic-Technological creations. They created nearly everything used in wasteland and the things that were made in preparation. So this means they created the stables which survived the the nuclear warfare and any possible nano attacks.

Yeah, there was a second piece of the war that goes without mentioning.

But back to my point. The stables survived both of those and some of them are still protecting the ponies inside for all we know, most of them remain unopened and nearly everypony you know came from a pony who came from a pony who came from a pony who came from a blah blah blah who came from a stable. Very few will have no stable blood in them. They also created the canned food and plants that were modified to actually use the radiation in the air to make it survive longer. Some of those unopened cans of food are still edible today, four hundred years later hundred years later, and will be for years to come...I think. If not then we still have the plants and crops. Yes, they are a lot rarer, but they are here and that means they can be regrown in higher quantinumber stuff for anypony who finds them and not just a one time meal.

But one last thing, before I begin. If you see Ember Night, then you bring her to me. I’ve got something I’d like to say to her

So with all of that said, I shall start on my story of how I got here and what I pla-. I already said all of that. I’ll just get on with it.

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And I should probably mention that my name is Parum Lucem,  but everypony calls me dark Light