Fallout Equestria: A Wanderer's Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wanderer’s Tale

By TornadoFIM

Prologue

So much to tell, so little time - yet a guy like me is willing to tell you my entire experience of the Wasteland. Well just as the name sounds, the place ain’t pretty. However, during my journey across the Wastes, I had learned some new things and also discovered new things that I wouldn’t find in the Stable. Not necessarily great things, but new things that always made me smile. At least inside. Now you’re probably wondering who the hell I am and why I’m here, am I right? Well pull up a chair and make yourself some coffee, because my story isn’t a short one, I’m afraid.

It all started about a year or two back. I was born and raised within these underground homes known as Stables. They weren’t the most exciting or joyful places in the world, but they were somewhere to live at least. I’m sure you’ve heard of the story of the bombs dropping and the story of why the Stables came to be what they were.

My sister and I lived within Stable 30 on our own. No parents, no nothing. My father died of cancer, while my mother was shot for trespassing. We had done alright on our own since the passing of our parents; however a good friend of ours, Heart Leaf helped us along the way and was there to support us. About three and a half years later, that’s where my story began. My sister had somehow found her way out of the Stable and never told me at all where or why she was going. She never even said goodbye. I didn’t want to let her go, so I followed her out the open door of Stable 30 and into the Wasteland beyond the thick, round, metal door to hopefully reunited with her. During my journey, I promised both myself and those who I had encountered that I would bring light back into the Wasteland, in hope of spreading peace and harmony around Equestria.

But who am I exactly? Am I just a lonely buck needing a pony to share my story with? Am I just of no importance? That’s for you to decide, friend. I am Tornado Dash, I am a Pegasus… and this is my story.