Three years past, the field marshal of the Equestrian military, Spectrum Blast, stole the throne from the ever fragile Princess Twilight Sparkle. The ponies of the land were irate and rebelled. To the hooves of a desperate attempt to save the life of a Tyrant's rein the world fell. The sky filled with the colors it drained from the world below, leaving behind not but poison and anguish. The air is unbreathable, the land famished, the water acidic, and the memories fatal. But, if one were to shut themselves out, to be rid themselves of their equinity, they would have unlocked secret to traverse this barren world. Don't reminisce, don't empathize, don't think, and you will survive.

[Thank you so much to flutterbarry13 or Frost as I know him for editing my work! Many a heart to you! I never really read any post apocalyptic pony stories before, so if this one resembles a favorite of yours, sorry. Rated teen for language, gore, and heavy themes. Might change it to mature in time if I see fit. If you don't like the style of "Thoughts", go ahead and skip to "Introductory". You may have some unanswered questions, but that is what happens when skipping entire sections.]