Fallout Equestria: Ponies Fall Apart

Fallout Equestria Ponies Fall Apart

Author: Cloppers Delight

Chapter 1: In which a character nobody remembers becomes a Magoffin

13 years before the events Fallout Equestria. In mid June

Once upon a time in th-yeaaaaah that’s been done to much already.

Yeah so the world ended and everypony became an asshole to survive.

So what! I can do whatever I want no matter how sadistic, selfish, sexual, destructive, or just plan wrong it maybe. And guess what? That in its self is true freedom. Freedom that liberates all the wasteland…CHOCIE! For without it there is no evidence of control, order, happiness, good, evil, or perspective to judge existed or reality. So if the system itself has allowed ponymanity’s harmony to disintegrate to ruin. Then the nature of Equestria its self declares us to no longer require all-inclusive friendship for everypony. No now we all must only take assiduousness of those few friends and family we currently call our own herd and dissolve all others who intrude against our tribal collectives …THUS LIFE HAS BECOME WAR.....AND WAR…WAR NEVER CHANGES!!!!

The platform I stood on gives way like its suppose to. The noose retches at my neck according to plan. All in all it’s a painful 8 minutes of gagging. Then the last lights go out and I rise above the darkness.

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Two weeks from present

I retained my last orders for waiting outside Tenpony Tower this whole week for War Cloud’s return. My name is Juggernaut and I’ve been around these waste for a good amount  of time now. But never have even I seen the elusive extraordinary ghoul Pegasus. Who was delivering one square black box. This box connected strange tubing with four patches. The box was join to a round black ring underneath. It was indented on top holding a small orange speckled glowing ball. Looking to my messenger slowly I formed two ideas. One kill feather brain make great hat with her wings (I think it’s female?). The other being what peace of horseapples machine could do. The mail mare had written answers for my second question on chalk board hanging around her neck simply stating.

Recollector

Memory orb on top

Pony’s last will

Goodbye

When my eyes met the Pegasus body again she’d already flown off on bone wings. Scratching my short mane I was reminded quickly how that I was never a respectable reader seeing as The Immortal’s zoo possessed one bookshelf holding the same zebra martial arts, zebra infiltrate tactics manuals, or the rare Sward Mare comic book. Everypony had already read these installments hundreds of times over already.

Nor do I know what the tartarus a recollector is other than something fancy. Turning to the five ponies in my raid band I first see the Wildtwins poking at one another in back (like always). Conniver forcefully instructing our rookie Summer Glee in how one’s tongue could be used to clean weapons if without rags in the field (Thou Conniver’s poke dote handkerchief could have added in that) hehe noob, and my last member (If you could call him that) Collect Call was… perked up. Standing right in front of me.

Wearing that damn gimme face of his. Collect Call was younger than I joining The Immortals only two years back after pleading the only mercy case I’ve ever seen sway War Cloud’s judgment. War Cloud only accepted him in to replace our last storage pony. Who’d over dose on dash that same week. Somepony had to sort out the spoils and Collect Call just happen to converse smooth enough into that spot.  I knew this smile. It was as always about caps. He made this face every time anything of REAL VALUE came into Immortal passion.

Collect Call grinned ear to ear producing name for this mystery box with jaded downy tone. “Is that a mark 3 memory viewer?  SAY the wasteland does indeed provide wonders of abundance towards Tenpony.”

My reply was deadpan as ever “This Black Box explain what it does NOW? And nun of that around way radhog wash.”

Collect responded arching brow with pained shrug “You hurt me Juggey you know I wouldn’t come forward to you without the upmost respect .” Collect frowned looking for pitiful. I gave him my stompey face not answering him till he quivered in submission.

“OK OK I get it shesh. Never in the mood for personality this on.” Collect rubbed his small pink chin thinking back. “Gees. It’s a memory viewer for us none horny types. Or at least that’s what that ghoul merchant from Nighville told me?” He point towards the patches and black ring. “You just strap on these to your skull. Then slot that black opal in and zap away into the past easy, safe, simple. ” And worth a filled Nuke Cola machine in caps if Collects Call sticking his hooves out for it. Which begs the question of why send it to me? I’m But a decent raid leader waiting for my warlord’s triumphant return…”Wait? Did that-that ghoul say this was a last-will?”

Everything stopped in that moment. My vision was filled with only the black box. My breath was taken. I screamed jabbing every word hard into Collect call “Put-this-thing-on.NOW“Collect attached the patches balancing the small ring threw out my buzz saw mane with clumsy gusto. All the while trying to force out what ever plethora of other information he understood about it. I can tell Collect is moving fast as I continue to scream whatever it is I’m saying right now. It doesn’t matter since I can only hear a slight hum coming from atop my cranium and a painful thought within it. I Open my muzzle to ask what so important they couldn’t just write it down when collects familiar pink and ivory freckled snout pokes the only button on the box. And the world shattered slipped away from me.

Darkness.

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I Chucked to myself as senses regained in twisted form. Well this has GOT to be the most inventive way something’s tried to kill me yet. I can’t move any part of my body. Blinks are just strangely happing at random. I felt different…then I noticed the carpet below me. Fluffy with the first designs I’ve ever seen not burnt and tattered. My-no this body was smaller and older than mine (then again I got mom’s size advantages). That much I was ensured thanks to locking joints and a sore back. Overall nothing too uncomfortably different I guess… besides this bucking horn sticking out of my head.

My thoughts were shattered when my eyes focus on a mirror conformed what little clues I was picked up on. I stared out into the eyes of War Cloud. Not my own eyes or some strangers but those of my father. Seeing him for the first time in a week after he’d left us on a dangerous mission. My first response of course…was laugher (or at least best I could without a mouth and all).  Imagine one the biggest toughest warriors to ever set hooves in Equestria…getting his hooves filed with a facile mask.

If this was fathers secret mission then I’m going to spread some funny roomers back at the zoo about him being as tender as his coat. My father much like Collect Call was born… well Pink coat. Yeah I know the one color pallet no stallion Straight or perverse would never want. And as The Immortal’s warlord automatic snack downs were Judged to anypony brave moronic enough to mention his “Color Ailment” as he would call it. So after in getting the only free laugh ever on my old stallion. I felt a chill run down mind/soul/whatever this thing I am presently since this would be the only time I didn’t’ end up limping back to moms healing room for three days.

I/we then noticed a light gray coated blue mane filly trot into the room bawling her heart out (What a racket). Dear old dad and I quickly relocated for an assault. We informed the mare filing our hind hooves we had to run. But the way it came out was (hehe) tender. My father’s voice obviously  was magically amplified. War Cloud snatched a pearl necklace from display and went into the changing room. The door read Tenpony Tower spa engraved into a fine oak. Finally this memory told me where I was imprisoned.

I- I mean War Cloud opened up a closet unveiling a dead stallion. We dressed in the bucks pampered clothes and wiped off his reaming face cream, then levitated a silver tray and walked back into the spa’s main room with those pearls tucked away. Asking where the crying filly went before finishing her farcical in that silky tone (haha) War Cloud tracked down our prey.

That Grey mare was alone as it turned out. Using the Hot Tub Summit from what the door indication stated (I think). Trotting slowly thru the parlor father took a time out to raise radio volume, then testing if those pearls would hold for his deed. A smirk consumed my/his face as we creaked the door open sliding in and being greeted with sobs in biggest tub I’ve ever seen. AAAnd WOW the view (Okay I take it back. That Grey doll wasn’t no filly). The water runoffs silenced footsteps as we/he crepe closer towards the grey mare. The mare was crying unaided and had nothing but lumpy washcloths as company. War Cloud took no instance debating murder, delicately he strained the pearl links tight before leaping onto the mare’s neck strangle her small frame with such force her body turned around greeting us.

The grey mare’s eyes were reddening with her voice already deteriorate to a gasp when a soft pain collided… into our groan (OW. Wait How can feel that?). The pony seemed defenseless at first, but now brawled with great vaguer. We soon found a sharp horn slash across our forehead just skin deep as testicular anguish submerged our body. War Cloud loosened affixation letting life breath unto the minute mare. With that pearl hold broken hoof strikes pressed back and forth with the mare’s fast kicks almost bounced off father’s frame.

The mare had (somehow) fought her way onto the edge of the tub gaining a busted lip, blacken left eye, and gasping still trying to gain back composure.  Still only rage and determination show thru with deep hatred as she charged off the tub wall forward dodging our incoming right hook and surprising War Cloud as she ramming her horn deep into our right shoulder (ouch). Herself made stiletto ripped into flesh as the blooded bath reddened. This mare had clearly seen some combat in the past with no real training, but she still knew how to make openings as this gash in our shoulder more than proved. The mare stumbled out the tub with her wet mane dropping over her face.

Her…Eye-Eyes glared thru that mane addressing us. Venom in her voice she bellowed “That was for Jokeblue you BUSTARD. “ (Wait Who?).

Father’s grin disappeared behind an unsettling frown. All our muscles tensed at just the name. I’ve never heard of a Jokeblue before, nor did I have any Idea how or why dad penetrated Tenpony just to kill this one HALF GROWN CUNT. But I’ve seen War Cloud show off his title and name sake on many opponents. So of course till now father was trivial. I could also tell the mare understood this about the same time I did when she mad dashed towards the pill of clothes.  Father rushed out the tub attempting to close the gap before whatever weapon she had hidden could be unveiled.

Unfortunately the next five seconds excelled into hours and back to moments when a strange chrome cobalt toy gun emerged from that bath cloth clump. At first glance laughing was in order. I mean come on seeing a micro mare welding this-this foals tool in defense was ridiculous to say the least. It had bat wings on the top with a bubble gun machine barrel, each section of the toy had glowing blue rings, with the brightest sticking out the back showcasing a gleeful aura of indigo. I laughed hard until I felt War Cloud’s stomach churn along with his eyes bulging as sweat riverbed down our whole body.

(I…I-I’ve known this felling…from somewhere? Sometime?)

Father no War Cloud never demonstrate emotions like this retched one never ever. This-this was fear and not that jump from hidden enemies fear. Nooo this was the kind I’d seen countless times on my victims. The kind that let assailant do anything since victim is frozen in the thought of death (Ok So that’s not a toy?). It could be one of those rare ray things with the flashy ammo. What were they call again? Oh Magical energy weapons (I like to call them Mews since only fat cats with caps have them.).

War Cloud halted advance entirely. That of course was when the mare opens fire. Three blast sizzled past me/dad as we rolled back ducking behind the tub corner. Those three blast had been wild with two missing us entirely over head. But the third scored a hit right behind our previous placement striking a booth two pony lengths long. That’s when I was educated first hand on fear. I’ve seen all types of bullets and a few lasers out raiding. What I’ve never seen is blue globs of fast pace goo sling onto something and burn it out wholesale. Fathers eyes fallowed all three blast. Each had either left pony sized holes in wall structures or dusted a whole Bench just War Cloud’s size (Tartarus That’s over kill).

Zap Sizzle. The next blast came with warnings screeched “If YOU come out murderer I’ll let .security handle your execution. It’s better than you deserve, BUT You and I both know your never coming out of this alive.” The mare fired again dusting the marble siding of the tub and flooding the room. All tension had left our body for the first time since we entered this room. Father walked out head held high as he surrendered for the first and last time in his life.

Our lips spoke for the first time with a real voice. “Ok let’s get this over with already I never did anything pusillanimous before so let’s end this on a high note HUMmm?” Father’s voice was grouchy as ever with that hint of menthols rocks scrubbing over his gullet.

The mare didn’t react in the slightest responding simply.”Why? Why did you take my Jokeblue?”  She whispered the name keeping back the few tears she could not shed. “You who used foal carriages  and tape recordings. Why?”

I felt the smug smirk birth on father’s face. He responded in kind ”Yeah That was the best traveler trap I ever used…Caught all kinds of bleed hearts and weekend hero’s off guard. Hehe The weak hear a defenseless cry and come trying to help everypony. BUT you would know that best DJ Pon3”

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The darkness fell apart around me and my mind jerked hard back into mine own valise. “What the Tartoras was that?”

BANG.

A hunting rifle firing for me pinged off Wildheart’s metal armor. Wildedge snorted then answered first “We got some weekend Tinpony soldiers after us Juggernaut and also you’ve been snoozing for about thirty minutes now.” Wildedge passed rebar into my mouth then brought me up to speed. “Those weaklings knew you would be out and attacked about ten minutes ago when Conniver sent Summer Glee to get more supplies. These punks were so panicked about us they wait till their numbers were two to one before attacking."

I looked over the apple cart we’d been using as cover for the past week sighting eight Golden Shield Security forces lined up behind the only over cover on this street a dilapidated news stand. We had chosen the cart since it came with free 200 year old apples. But that stand was holding better than we predicted for ambush points.

Boom click Boom <FUCK>

Collect Call’s riot wrap-up shotgun had cleared one hoof sized hole clean thru the letter M on the Manehatten Express logo. A mare dropped behind cover delivering more swears as their medic stop shooting and began pulling her further away to patch her up. I had planned for three types of assaults this whole week and this slack job of engagement was just right for preparation two.

I screeched orders over the two submachine guns, three hunting rifles and five pistols blaring at us at the moment.  “Wildheart got any explosive cover prepped yet?”  Wildheart responded with only a nod in her busted enclave helmet (that thing still freaks me out and I work with the cunt). Wildheart pulled out a stick of dynamite glue to a glass jar filled with nails and smoke inside. “Ok first have you tested that thing yet? Cause I don’t want to be knocked on my ass to a short fuse mischarge like last time.”

Wildheart finale responded with glazed calm “Nope just added a little extra fuse and whole lot of sulfur to this one. Expect a ghastly smell and be wary for screws from my nail bomb” she then talked to herself  “Those screws they tend to um well you know haha ricochet. You see I’m still trying to calculate the explosives trajector-“

Wildedge cut her off “It goes boom already point is this time we get a smoke cloud to ambush in on afterwards Juggernaut.”

“Got it. OK Collect save your precious ammo for now let the mad science mare show off. Then me, Wildedge, and Conniver rush in from the sides and take them on club to head style.  GET-GOT-GOOD.”

Everypony ducks as Wildheart’s experiment went into critical testing. Being fighter with the most armor in this fight Wildheart clanked with every movement like a rusted steel ranger(which is what half her armor is made out of). She lit the fuse with Collect Call’s heated shotgun barrel. She held the weapon in her undersized right foreleg and counted out loud with that eerie echo her helmet makes cementing every number. “10,9,8” Wildheart moved her leg back behind her using the same throwing style those old hoffball magazines depicted. “6,5,4” She lobed the nail bomb over the cart into the air as two full clips of hunting rifle ammo pinged off her flint lock as she tossed the bomb. “3 ping,2 ow ow Ow,1”

Boom.

The test was successful this time with a few  miscalculations. Wildheart hobbled a little on her right foreleg as those two rifle bullets had dented her armor. She was bleeding a little from her own armor piercing her flesh. But she still had well done the job. Me and her brother crossed over on the left a few seconds after the blast. We had to wait till the screw pings stopped like Wildheart informed us but the wait was well worth it. The bomb from what I saw (before ducking hot steal) erupted right over the wooden counter and under the worn out roof of the news stand. By the time me and Wildedge crossed the street the damage had become apparent.

Of the eight ponies assaulting us two were now dead with one being the medic pony who’d barricaded the already injured mare from before saving her life (fool now she’s goanna get really bucked hard. Then die harder). I must admit it’s hard being an earth pony. You can’t just lift things with your wings or horn like the rest. Oh no you have to get dirty. I’m reminded of that fact as the stone on my rebar slams into first pony I sight still standing threw this sour fog. The violet smoke surrounding us smells of rotten eggs mixed in a blender with trash and force feed to a ghoul to fart out latter. I swing back hard taking advantage of my size and bash the red nail sticking out of the buck’s combat helmet all the way home.

Trust me when I say you can tell if you’ve made good brain matter get scrambled. The victim looks at you with that fear face first, then you hit them and they stop having any kind of emotions at all for a few seconds as their brain tries hard to figure out what’s now busted. After that they get that weird twitch as rage or something accustom to it takes over and they try to press on. So like in any battle you don’t let them have time for that. I slam my rebar hard right then left over and over across this poor bustard face. I’m sure if I hadn’t just nailed his helmet on it would have somersaulted off(haha).

Now the bucks screaming as pain starts to break threw his concussion. I bring judgment swiftly utilizing my mouth and forelegs. My body weighs at least twice this punk’s so I’m not impressed when I crush in his snout. With three down for the count I look over to see what the other two have carved up already. I can only eye Wildedge’s lawnmower blade clash a limping stallion’s hunting rifle. The blade hacks threw the rifle’s butt and splinters into its welders elbow. Wildedge Pulls the blade out its fresh wound and ducks low to dish out anther shallow cut to the left foreleg. All the while Wildedge holds that same smiling face. The golden Shield security ponies may have crap weapons but their barding is top cap stuff. So unlike common raider trash you have to hit three or four times to take off their limes.

The Golden guard unicorn enveloped his hunting rifle with a second layer of orange aura before striking Wildedge’s muzzle drawing blood. Wildedge backs from the added force before strafing right a few hoofs into smoke. Subsequently the unicorn brought his knowledge of firearms training to bare taking pot shots in the confusion and even aim at me. Nevertheless Wildedge was teaching this buck dreaded lessons of uncivilized melee. I ducked under the last spray and pray backing into our rotten shroud.  From the sound of his guns the guard wavered reloading in hopes that a submachine gun side arm might finish us.

At that moment Wildedge bellowed with his silky voice what the Guard was already thinking “Your already dead. Your body just hasn’t caught on to that yet.”.

smothered in smoke I could still fell the guard’s dismay. Screaming was all that followed. What the buck said I couldn’t care or hear. All that mattered was blood gooing up his windpipe as Wildedge baited his finish. I stood up when the cries of a buck last words were felt…War Cloud was your end as noble as these bucks?  Or did they just wither you into soulless existence forcing you onto a coward’s path.

Wildheart’s smoke at last was clearing. The unicorn Wildedge killed off now resembled a zebra on one side thanks to all the hacks/slash left by my comrade. “Half the assault party should be down now.” I cried. Meaning that the rest had ether retreated or fell to Conniver and the rest of my party. I looked back over to the buck who’d become intimate with my rebar. The brain damaged stallion was attempting to drown himself in magic potion. That is if his hooves would work long enough to uncork the bottle. I strolled over to the half mess I’d left simmering for the spirits to take.

Looking upon one of the ponies who taken War Cloud from our tribe this whole week and only sent word of demise back I feel remorse build up in my jaws clench. I sense anger spread down my hooves. I hear Collect Call diving in for a magic potion. I experience Wildheart slowing my rebar saving Collect Call from his own greed. I smell Conniver’s three week old barding attempting to stop my penitence. I SEE ONLY RED MIST.  I feel void emerge inside me. Then I listen to Collect Call scream to the Phoenix spirit of mercy. My head touches four patches of a black box. I undergo the Wildtwins pining me down. I taste Conniver’s blood dripping from my jaws as he places a the black box upon my head.

I hear them all say “THAT’S NOT HOW OUR WARLORD ACTS!”

I feel myself yell “WHAT?” As Manehatten slips away. I fall into darkness outside and In.

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Footnote Level up! Juggernaut lv8

Trait: Bruiser: With you, less is more. You may be a bit slower, but your sheer strength more than makes up for it. +2 Strength but -4 AP

Trait: Berserker: When Dragon’s rage finished out of him he aided his friends in finding their organs, the same can’t be said to his enemies. Your temper is legendary for helping win battles and terrify your friends. When you see Red Mist your base Damage Threshold (DT) doubles and your special reset to 10 Strength, Agility, and Endurance. But your Perception, Intelligence, Charisma, and Luck reset to 1 till you’re fully healed.  You also loss fame within The Immortal Tribe and all healing is cut in half for the next 3 days.

Quest Perk gained: Road to ruin lv 1- My only regret is if I could do it all over again… I WOULD! Congrats are in order you’re the new Warlord of The Immortals tribe yaaaaaay! You gain +10 to speech, barter, science, and gain special dialog options with everyone of the 200+ members. Your position starts at Favored. in addition you loss-10 sneak and are now wanted by Tenpony Tower security. Also a negative position is held with all groups, towns, and merchants that don’t condone raider activities. But hey everypony loves you in Ponyville.

New Perk Gained: Absolute Power- You ever dance with Discord in the pale Luna light? Your now the symbol of power and respect so use it anyway you enjoy. Your comrades gain 3 DT, 25 health, and +1 agility when in combat around you.

==SPECIAL==

Strength: 8

Perception:5

Endurance: 8

Charisma: 4

Intelligence: 3

Agility: 5

Luck: 7

Maximum party limit reached no more members can be added unless they are quest required.

Current party members

Collect Call lv 7

Wildedge lv 5

Wildheart lv 5

Quest members

Conniver

Summer Glee