Fallout Equestria: Curiosity

Well here I am, the mare who had it all, well "it all" in the sense of everything a pony traveling the wastes might want, and left it behind. I left the luxuries of clean water and fresh food of the Enclave and went out into the wastelands below seeking grand adventures and a lost idol. Of course leaving also gave me freedom as the Enclave was a very strict military style government, and freedom is something worth fighting for, dying for, and giving up your life for.

Anyway here I am to tell you all of it. Well most of it, I'm sure I'll miss a few minor things. (Do you really think I could remember all of the things I went through?)

Well here goes nothing I guess.

Let me tell you about me, the pegasus who left the Enclave due to my extreme... curiosity, in search of a pony who inspired me, and looking to discover the wonders of the Equestrian Wasteland.

The wonders that would get me shot up, battered, bruised, lacerated, stabbed, cut, and worse. But it was all worth it honestly. I can't say I regret it. Made a few friends, did some grand things, helped ponies, and of course had true freedom for the first time. And of course I was able to satiate my appetite for knowing as I learned all about the wastes.

My name is Curiosity. A rather simple and boring name, but my father was never really  the most creative pony when it came to naming or, well, anything in general. He was a military pony, and a rather simple one at that. So he named Curiosity, which while simple fit me because well.. I'm just that:

Curious.

I have this extreme appetite to know things. Someponies might call it a teeny tiny bit obsessive.

Because it is.

Box locked?

I want to know what's inside.

Can't see the top shelf?

I want up there now.

Not allowed into an exclusive club?

Damn it do I want in there, and I will find a way in.

I am so curious about everything that my cutie mark is a question mark. (I know right? A question mark? Seriously? It's like I've been damned to an eternity of not knowing who I am.) Maybe I should describe myself to you actually.

Quick rundown: I'm a pegasus mare, with a pale blue coat, and my cutie mark is a dark blue question mark. My eyes are brown, and my mane is rather nice looking, and is of black color. I'm not a very colorful looking mare.

Anyway that curiosity I told you about is how my father got the name. My mother died shortly after I was born, but she lived long enough to see me begin to get into trouble. Ever since I was a filly I would explore everything, and want to know. So my father said "Let's name her Curiosity" and they did. Kind of a lack luster story, but then again I'm better at learning things not teaching them.

Now take a pony like me and have her living her entire life above a layer of clouds, unable to see a whole different world that was beneath me, forever being taunted by the fact I would never see it. It was like a daily torture, and while most ponies in my position wouldn't know of the things below at all  I had access to my fathers personal terminal, and with it all the knowledge of the things the Enclave government didn't want us knowing.

So being taunted by this knowledge of a world I'd never get to see unless I joined the military I decided to try to do that. Unfortunately for me I was terrible at it, and it was decided I'd live the civilian life and never be able to see this hidden land full of wonders.

So of course since I wanted to know about the land beneath the clouds, and a lot of the other wonders I might find down there, me being the smart pony I am decided to run away and try to find out. So I went down there, into that deep dark land of violence, and learned a bit about myself.

Honestly there are two reasons I left the luxury of living in the Enclave, and the main one was to search for my idol who had left some time before me:

'Deadshot' Calamity.

He was quite the pony in the Enclave, one of the most renowned shooters, and a rather high ranking officer if I recall correctly. He was important enough that when he left a mighty large bounty was out up for him.

I wasn't searching for the bounty though, money wasn't my style. I was searching for answers, and above all I wanted to meet him.

The way he shot with such accuracy, the way he was such a high ranking officer, the way my father spoke of him...

He sounded like the best type of pony. The perfect Enclave member.

The type of pony I looked up too for quite some time. And well he was known for being loyal, and a loyal pony doesn't leave the Enclave for no good reason. So I needed to know why he left.

So I left in search of him to find some answers, and maybe explore the Wastes while I was looking.

I'm quite glad I left. Being down here allowed me to help ponies who needed it most. Ponies the Enclave were ignoring.

All in all I feel like I did a decent amount of good in the wastes, and did my share to help the good ponies who lived down here. Lots of good ponies die out here, even friends, and they need to be avenged by carrying on the message they tried to deliver.

But I'll stop delaying.

Here's my story, a tale of action and adventure, romance and broken bonds, and plenty of other exciting things.

I hope you enjoy it.