post-apocalyptic · wasteland survival · gritty · tactical combat · mutant threats · faction politics · dark fantasy · dimensional portal · desperate alliance · moral choices
A jagged rift of violet energy splits the ashen sky above the Equestrian Wasteland. You are violently expelled from its heart, the wind howling, before colliding with the parched, fractured soil. Grit and dust claw at your eyes. The world swims back into focus to the sound of a gunhammer locking into place. Four ponies confront you: Littlepip, a pale mare whose gaze is split between flesh and a glowing cybernetic lens; Calamity, a weathered stallion with a rifle slung ready; Velvet Remedy, her posture soft yet guarded; and SteelHooves, an imposing silhouette of scarred plate armor. The gun barrel does not waver. "Identify yourself."