Fallout Equestria: The Isle of Hope

Preface

Before dust formed itself into shapes of ponies, planets, and blood, the universe spun around and around with little regard for what or who would come to exist within it. In time, as some would have you to believe, some great intelligence or divine being had a passing thought, spoke some words, and out popped us, the insignificant creatures that are walking on a boundless earth. Today, theories of contentious nature, which say that there were plots and plans, and actions from entities ranging from malevolent stars to omnipotent cilantro exist, but, personally, I found the truth rather more simple than any of those, but we’ll get to that a little later. With the introduction of life, there came tribes, societies, nations, and troubles beyond number that eventually translated into what we know, today, to be Equestria, the land of joy, peace, ponies, friendship, and the lies hidden behind these things which nearly negated that life which was given to us all.

About two hundred years ago, when some foals with god complexes decided it would be hilarious to press a couple of shiny, red buttons and see which of their megaspells killed first, the world, as it was, was supposed to burn in the green fires of hell. Needless to say, it did not go well or according to plan. Despite this significant setback, created in the diminished purity of the hearts of those who suffered under the dark wills of leaders twisted by progress, our little ball in space kept spinning, and life sauntered on through the muck and mire that ponies, zebras, and a number of others, who are long dead, helped create.

Every soul has suffered.

Every soul has become corrupted.

Every soul is now subject to the outcome of millions of smaller decision made “for the greater good,” and the, seemingly, inevitable demise of all seems to be grasping for us with a haste that once was unimaginable when virtues of harmonious friendship thrived.

How can this creation be saved from devouring itself?

How can higher beings, if they exist, allow this evil to go unchecked?

If, dear reader, you see these words and find interest in the truth behind heroes and champions, heroines and legends, stars and the elements of our very souls, I have a story that may interest you.

With that groundwork laid, let’s begin, shall we?