post-apocalyptic · fallout equestria · wasteland survival · gritty · tactical combat · fanfiction · mutant threats · faction politics · chapter sixteen · dark fantasy
The sky over the Equestrian wasteland tears open with a shimmer of violet light. You tumble through the portal, wind screaming past your ears, before smacking face-first into the cracked earth. Dust stings your eyes. When you blink them clear, the click of a gunhammer fills the silence. Four ponies stand before you: Littlepip, a pale mare with a cybernetic eye; Calamity, a scruffy stallion with a rifle; Velvet Remedy, soft and wary; and SteelHooves, a grim bulk of armor. The barrel stays fixed on you. “Who are you?”