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// Chapter two 
// Story: The Equestrian rift 
// by lelelelelelelllelelele 
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Another day dawned.
But like all days in this era: it wasn't a day with filled happyness.
The sky has turned to ash, the ground dark of rot and burned objects.
Off in the distance: factories of the invaders were working on whatever they where making in there.

Ponies never had to feel something as evil as hate before.
But it was needed for survival on this now unforgiving planet.
The princesses have surrenderd almost a year ago by now and our numbers only shrunk even futher down towards extinction.


Our race's magic has worn off about the same time our princesses surrendered. 
Magic is extinct, as is friendship. We are next.

Our morality has worn off. It's either fight, or die.
Nowadays, mothers will go as far as to kill their fillies. There are no mouths to feed.
And the humans? They're doing well. Our plague strategy was figured out and cured. Damn those scientists.

Death is now our news bulletin.
Wether it is due to starvation,dehydration or due too the bullets of mankind: a dead pony is another scar in our crippled race.
We rarely come up to the surface, it is just too dangerous. And only the bravest of stallions go up there.
Collecting whatever we can scavenge of the world.
Our race has become a vulture.
Tearing apart buildings, graves and fallen comrades...
We do not know what happend to the princesses, we do not know what they have done to those who they've taken away into slavery. And neither do we know what they are going to do to us.
("Sunburst.....")
A makeshift gouverment has been set up.
All the remaining ponies live in special chambers underground.
About 4000 have been made, each containing 1000 persons of our race.
5 of them remain as we speak.
Our diet mostly consists out of mushrooms and dried out grass.
Flowers have witherd a long time ago.
("Sunburst wake up you lazy bum!")
Extinction is already lurking around the corner, no thread we had to face before had decimated our numbers like this.
But there must be another way! Can't we turn this around? The door to wisdom is meters out of my reach... I'm so close....

"Hey! Wake the fuck up! We don't have all day!"
"fuck... Okay!"
I cracked open my eyes, one by one. Sgt. Moonshine kept his bold eyes fixed on me.
"Up. Right the fuck now."
"Yeah yeah no need to yell at me like that. Moonshit"
"You just bought yourself another hour on the farm Sunburst."
"Now get your plot moving!"

Sgt.Moonshine is the only pony who made it out alive of the human prison camp
The stories he brought with him were terrifying enough to send shivers down the spine.
But nopony could confirm these stories even though: he was treaded with respect in the entire "chamber" Everypony respected him, Everypony but me.. 
Live in the chamber is like living in hell's outhouse, humans can't enter these chambers, but their influence did penetrate the metal walls protecting the last of our kin.
Hate,pessimism and even betrayal were daily events, and all where punished severly.
Which is what I recieved again.
I hopped out of the bed and begun looking around in my room for some spare bits to get myself some grub for the task ahead of me.

The passage I had to cross to get to the market p was filled with boxes.
The entire place was dirty and the stench of our own feces lingered in the air.
This place hasn't changed one bit.
It may be hell, but we called it home..