In the post-megaspell wasteland, factions of ponies vie for control of the blasted hellscape. Wars are waged, heroes and villains are born, rise to power, and fall. Legends are written and forgotten.

This is not one of those legends.

For loot, loot never changes.

Note: I regret nothing.
Note 2: Cover art by a guy who refuses to connect himself to me selling myself out
Note 3: written because Bok asked
Note 4: I like notes.