My name is Ditzy Doo. I'm lost, I'm confused, my magic isn't working right, and there doesn't appear to be a muffin within a hundred miles of here. And those are the least of my problems.

Pinkie says I should think of this as a vacation. Well, it's going to be the loudest, bloodiest, most aggravating vacation in the history thereof. What fun.

({Magic: the Gathering + Fallout} * Friendship is Magic = this. Wacky Wasteland is very much in effect.)