• Published 19th Jan 2020
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Fallout Equestria Resources of War - Pepsi Addict



vanhovver's wasteland is a dangerous place with many dangerous pony's and dangerous secrets hidden in the sand and in the dark one such is a dangerous pony from a dangerous place found in the dark under the sand along with 3 others this is their tale

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Fallout Equestria
a Reaper pony's Journal
Prolog

Alright, let's get this over with, some pony I met recently told me I should compile my thoughts put them down in a little journal or book something like that, so that's what this is my journal.

Now on to the nitty-gritty you all now the story its been told thousand times with hundreds of different characters, out of nowhere a mysterious stranger suddenly appears starts saving ponies protecting the week yad, yad ya but I'm sorry to say that's not everything and everything is not that simple, or at least not with this one

I was a pre-war pony and at the ripe old age of 17, went to chanterlot with my ma for a school trip, we were supposed to be going to the museum of equine art but well, it was a bad idea everything got fucked bombs went off poison flooded the streets my ma died, my friends died, and debatably I died that day but no I survived, an old relic of the forgotten world I'm not sure what all happened after the story ended but I went to sleep and woke up having not ended the story

I kept on writing despite major tone shifts and themes having been blurred. I woke up caged and spent the next few years a slave used as a weapon because for those of y'all who don't know we chanterlot ghouls bleed pink and it is suffice to say, deadly after that continued for some time I eventually broke myself free along with other chanterlots and normal ponies but I was not a smart pony the chanterlots we're feral they killed them all, all of them but me and me alone so I grabbed a cloak off one of the now-dead slavers draping it over myself as well as a skull mask of another dead slaver and some collars then took one of the farmhand scythes from the dead hands of my fellow slaves before taking my leave

I had been forced to live for so long that I honestly knew nothing of the world, oh and call me number 4 back in my slavehood its what they called me and that's all I remember about those times so that's what I call myself well that and the reaper of the wrong just call me the reaper or No.4 it docent matter really.

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Illiterate, Ghoul, Glowing One, Canterlot Ghoul, Wild Wasteland, Desert Dweller

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Cannibal

Author's Note:

remade as of 3/8/2020