fallout equestria · my little pony · post-apocalyptic · wasteland survival · gritty · gore · moral ambiguity · scavenger · dark fantasy · roleplay
The first grey light of the Equestrian Wasteland filters through a hole in the rusted train car above you. Ice has formed on the inside of your sleeping bag, and every joint screams as you force yourself upright. A single snowflake drifts down, catching the pale dawn. Your saddlebags lie slumped against a decaying wall. You reach inside, hooves numb, and pull out a cracked mirror. The reflection stares back—hollow, hungry, alive. Somewhere in the distance, a rad-scorpion screeches. you, what do you see in that face staring back at you?