The wastes are a terrible place where many fall victim. Whether it is physical death, or the death of one's moral standing. This is something Destin Unum has grown used to in the short while he's been out along with his Stable friend Diction and a batpony who he had come to call a friend, but things are about to get worse. He brings it upon himself to bring together unlikely allies so that they all do not die.

(I'm not continuing this story for a bit. I plan to first get at least a few more chapters into my first story or I might go all the way and finish it before I come back to this.)