Fallout Equestria: The Manehatten Project

Introduction

"God, please save my soul, please,

let me live to see tomorrow!"

"The sun was high in the sky; its light bathing the cityscape in warmth. All was peaceful, or as peaceful war could allow. Ponies went about their business; they went to their jobs; to watch the Hoofball game (vs. the Hoofington Reapers); parents dropped their fillies off at school. It was another normal day. The sun set peacefully and the moon soon took its place. Just another night for the ponies working the graveyard shift; another sleepless night for students cramming for exams; another night alone for the widowed wives of fallen solders. However, while the ponies slept the war machine kept churning; preparing to unleash another bloody moment in history, but it allowed another peaceful night to pass by. Patience was a virtue it had and time was commodity it could spare. So, the night continued on and Luna's moon watched over Equestria like the Sentinels of myth.

The hours of night had passed and now the sun slowly climbed into the sky, warming the land with its celestial glow. To the west the pale glow of the moon retired only to reappear to a night that would't be seen by anypony for years to come. The city's vitality was restored more and more as the sunlight continued to wash over it. Ponies began to make their way to work, cook breakfast for their children with whatever rations they had, or slept in for five extra minutes. But it was when the city was fully bathed in the sun's glow all of hell broke loose.

Bright flashes went off in the west; the air raid sirens began their high-pitched whine; the Bombs had fallen. Ponies began to scream in a fear induced panic as they ran for their lives, but only the lucky and fortunate would survive. Ponies began to run east, away form the warm glow and radiation of the balefire bombs and towards the only safe haven, Stable Sixty-Six. Only families with passes were allowed in at first. Next, foals and their mothers were taken. Lastly, the remaining spots in the stable were filled by the lucky, chosen by the Overstallion and his parliament. Then the thick steel stable door closed. Not to reopen for another generation..."

~Excerpt from the diary of Beauty Brass.