On the Last Day, the world came to an end. But it was just the beginning to a new world that awaited those that would survive. This is just one of many stories from the perspective of those that were there when the timer reached zero, and began again.

It's said that war doesn't change. No matter what, there will always be ponies willing to fight and die for what they believe in. Ponies willing to do anything for a government, an idea, maybe a lover. After Gardens Of Equestria, that old saying still rings true.

Two years later, The Line, the old world region encompassing the Equestrian-Changeling border is increasingly unstable. Refugees, Alicorns and ghoul ponies are flooding the area. Radiation this far from the Gardens is still here in plenty. They'll need housing, food, work. Some of them won't be very nice ponies to begin with.

For the locals, all this change is unnerving to say the least. Used to be that everypony here was on the same page: try not to get eaten by the monsters on the other side of the wall, do everything you can to support it. Now, due in part to said refugees, resources are becoming strained. There's rumours that the Waywatchers, local star monster-hunters, are starting to take casualties. Raider gangs, once rare on The Line, are starting to take chances on all the new traffic.

All of this, an isolated mountain town known as Radiator, was immune to. Given its altitude, its lack of resources, and easy to defend position, nopony ever bothered the Radiator ponies. They hunted to feed themselves, lived in old world homes, drew water from a spring, and traded hides for everything else. It was safe, quiet, serene even. Boring.

One mare has a destiny beyond the confines of her safe little community. Trixie, an aspiring Showmare, needs an audience. A Showmare needs friends, a real life! She needs not just to survive, but to live.

With a vision of herself at the center of an adoring crowd, she learns the wasteland isn't the grand stage she was hoping for. Destiny, though, can be a malleable thing and futures aren't set in stone. Whose hooves are on the lever that draws the curtain? Who watches, deep in the crowd, with a critical eye? Why does this show go on, even with an audience long dead?

All Trixie knows is that she'll be the star.

Naruto and Sunset have ended up in late 1800's America. There Naruto is found by Theodore Roosevelt and became his ward. And Sunset ended up becoming the daughter of Barbie Norton. Now years later Naruto becomes a government agent along with Kurama in protecting their new home against threats from other worlds.

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The sequel to Home Sweet Home Which in itself was a sequel to Make Love Not War Atom learns that life isn't always a joke, as she goes to face off with her past and her future. Atom Return's to Manechester after nearly ten years of being gone. She faces a multitude of trials. The most difficult is reconciling who she was with who she is.
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The Equestrian wasteland is a mixed bag to say the least. Many ponies will shoot you for your caps or your hide just as soon as look at you. Best friends or family will fight to the death over the last can of beans or final few drops of dirty water. But there are others, too, who still know words like sharing and kindness, who struggle to do good in a world gone bad.

These are all of their stories. The good and the bad. The stories of the Wastelanders.

Fallout Equestria logo made by the amazing artwork-tee. Wastelanders edit by me.

Red Shade is a bat pony living in the colony. As an orphan life is rough. Life get's rougher when a bully pushes things way to far.

Comission for Jamin P. Rose

Great Bridle was a booming place of new technology being made.
 After the megaspell hit, it suffered a massive economic crisis. The citizens of Great Bridle having ghouls run rampant, drugs being traded wildly or even killed for, slavery was common, and the so-called new technology that was advancing had been transformed into something different. It was old, but it was new as well; it was steampunk galore. Gears and gadgets spin around, and the Big Pone is in broken pieces, shambles even, however that giant clock is still ticking despite the rustiness. It’s probably the only thing that remains of Great Bridle the same; Towns have been ruined or remade with giant concrete buildings. Hideouts are being seeked out by the police, and the do-gooders, they call themselves, are run by this corporate overlord who controls all of Great Bridle’s locations, prices, drugs, and food. The business is called “CHEERS AND LOVE CO.” and they’re anything but what their title insists. They refuse to give to the poor, and only the wealthy ever get anything– the poor are forced to live in slums and sewers, and fight for survival with each other. 
However, there are sometimes the good creatures, who try to give back to the community before they are caught by the government, which when caught, they are never seen again. 

This is the story of Music Box, and her life in Great Bridle. A Fallout:Equestria side story.

The Badlands, an area known for its unwelcoming and hostile environment, sits below Equestria. Although its environment is unfavorable for most ponies, here lies a refugee settlement aged by time. Chipbowl, once known as a refugee camp during and after the Great War, had been vibrant with instrumental potential. Years after the Gardens of Equestria, Chipbowl has transformed itself into a small-vibrant village for families of all species. As the environment isn’t and ideal area for the locals of Chipbowl to entertain themselves with, the residents had introduced themselves to the world of music. Genres such as bluegrass, blues, and jazz had gained popularity within the settlement; thanks to a popular duo named “Freebird”. The duo composed of Birdie, an earth pony, and Bassline, a gryphon. The duo had gained popularity in Chipbowl with their upbeat-blues-like style of music. However, as the years had passed, the duo fell into a rut.

The duo spent their whole lives revolving around the same ponies every day. Each performance the duo played; the same audience attended. The local bands and rivals the duo faced; unchanged. Every morning and night, the duo heard the same greeting; “good morning” and “goodnight”. The feeling of repetition had grown onto the duo. Their inspiration for writing and playing music slowly dwindled. However, hearing the stories of elders who had fled from Equestria to Chipbowl, had inspired them once again. There was a world outside of Chipbowl; an even bigger one that wasn’t surrounded by jagged rocks. Knowing very little about Equestria and what it may hold, the duo packed their instruments and traveled into the unknown. Living the life of experiencing no violence, conflict, or knowledge outside of Chipbowl had been a culture shock for the duo. With the dread of going back home, the duo has no choice but to face the wasteland.

New Vanhoover was never a big place or a big deal. It's just a small town in the Southeast area of Vanhoover with only a hand full of settlers. But each one has their own quirks, personalities, favorite type of beverage (mostly), and they come from all walks of life. Some are big and some are small. Some are cheery and some are grumpy. It's a melting pot of races and individuals making a living in this small Wasteland town. And each one has their own story to tell.

A collection of short stories that take a look into the lives of the residents of New Vanhoover.

"War. War never changes.

In 1776, this great nation accepted that armed conflict was the only way to preserve our rights. To life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. If our founding fathers could only see us now. From Antietam to Amina, Okinawa to Anchorage, we have fought. And now, the Striped Menace is at our doorstep. Democracy itself is under threat, and our nation. That is why today, July 4th, 2076. Three hundred years after our great nation began, we gather together to honor the completion, of Vault 76. This sprawling underground shelter may have been engineered by Vault-Tec. But it was built by you. The good people of Mareica. So that if the bombs do come, if the end does come, our way of life will endure. But not everyone will be saved. Those, chosen to enter this vault, must be our best and our brightest. For when the fighting has stopped, and the fallout has settled. You must rebuild. Not just walls, not just buildings, but hearts and minds. And ultimately, Mareica itself. So as we stand here today, we pray that the world will know peace. But, if that is not our destiny, if war must come, we stand here together knowing that in Vault 76, our future...

Begins."