The Game

The Game: Prologue

AlphaOmega

Clear as the sky you see today, so it was back in the time of the rule of the twin sister princesses. They ruled fairly across the land of Equestria, bringing forth day and night. All was well. But, one day, it would all change.

A revolution had occured. At this time, factories had been created. Pony technology had truly taken to the skies. By mixing arcano-technology with galvanization, the future of Equestria had come. Machines ran on steam and magic. Metal was used for almost everything. As a monument to it all, a clockwork tower of bronze was erected, telling the time true that all would follow. And it was by this clock that the new age began.

The population moved to cities, abandoning farms, to find work. And find work they did. The owners of companies, big and small, hired out worker after worker. But even then, the companies could not handle the sudden migrations to their factories in such places as Hoofington and Manehatten. And thus, managers saw fit to raise the general work load. Any who could not keep up with production was fired. Anyone who spoke out of line was fired. Anyone late was fired.

Many families starved. They could not pay for their food, much less their homes. The children had to find work just to bring food to the table. Celestia and Luna saw this and decided it was a time for change.

They declared that there must be a minimum wage. They declared what was right and wrong. They declared...

It all fell on the deaf ears of the elite who now truly ruled Equestria. Yet, the ponies, griffins, even zebras, too, wished for what the Princesses offered. They rose up in furious anger against their oppressive new masters of production and rioted. The elites could have no such thing. And thus, they closed their factories, stopping the drive forward in production and innovation. Without the materials that were created from factories, ponies lived even harsher lives. All workers lost their position.

All of the population felt anger towards the Princesses. At least under the cruel elites they had a shining hope to make money. But now, there were no factories to produce good and no one to man them.

And thus, a revolution began. The ponies, griffins, and zebras took back power...from the Princesses. They were dethroned and disgraced, forced to leave their own land. Yet, they did so freely, but not without warning.

"You will regret this!" The alicorn of the moon yelled. "You know not what you have done!"

But Celestia said nothing. She merely left, taking the sun with her. And thus, the dark clouds that now form over the sky had come to cover Equestria.

And so here we are. Modern Equestria. Where breathing can cost time and money and the sky is blacker than the smoke coming from the walls of the factories. The poor are blocked off, begging for money and the elite live in luxury.

I decided it was time for a change.

History may see me as a monster, perhaps even the devil himself. But I will take it all. The poor cannot fight. The rich want no change. But I will stand up and re-create the world.

Let the Game begin.