War, war never changes. That's what everypony's been told, we've also been told that the outside is uninhabitable. Dark, cold, no pony to raise the sun. Raider and slaver ponies run rampant throughout Equestria, raping, killing, and piliging any fucking civilization they goddamn please. No pony got the full story on what truly happened nearly two hundred years ago.
Two hundred years ago, Two hundred fourty-nine to be exact, all of Equestria was engaged in an all-out war that ended all life as we knew it. First Canterlot was bombed, the remnants of the city lie as a warning to anypony else. Radiation spread into nearby Ponyville, killing most, but mutating the rest. Some into hideous zombie ponies, and some into large freakish super ponies. But once the rest of the bombs fell, all was silent, so they all say.
Contrary to what they say, many believe the outside had survived, and there were civilizations thriving whilst we stay secluded. Everypony who believed that were branded outcasts, and sent to rot in the cells near the Overmare's main office of administration. Not all vaults are the same, our vault, Vault 1 was one of the first ever constructed. Though no pony ever thought they'd be used so soon.
The extent of our knowledge of the past is limited, we keep our knowledge only to what we need to survive, minor history points, english and grammer, and medical knowledge. Though there was a test to determine what we did for a living, another one of the Overmare's "brilliant ideas." A device called a PipBuck would be given on the day of our cutie mark party, which would help us do our jobs by combining technology, storage, and unicorn magic. Designed pre-war by some of Equestria's greatest minds, my knowledge of the damn things is just as limited as my family tree, though the magic part was redundant since i'm a fucking unicorn anyways, but that's not the point.
The test was a general exam, ten questions, simple fucking questions at that. I kinda cheated, to get my writing talent as my job, I took all the questions in advance, DO NOT ASK HOW I GOT THEM, and chose all my answers that led to me getting my talent as my job. But only getting comped a minor room until I became more popular. I shared this knowledge with my best friend, Flare, a mare i've known my whole life, and she got her talent as well.
The Overmare's daughter caught what we did, and told her bitch of a mother, getting both me AND Flare a nice quiet confinement to quarters. Fucking Overmare can bite my stalli-- *grumble* But yeah, outside bad, inside good. We were literal caveponies with out limited skills, and that we technically lived in a hole in the ground. But one day I strive to get out, just to spite that stupid bitch in charge, but here's my story. I've got some 'service to the community' to finishes, *grumble*
