Prologue 1: Aunt Aryanne
“Terrorism is the best political weapon for nothing drives people harder than a fear of sudden death.”

War, War is hate. Hate is fear. Fear is Suffering.

It's hard to say what it was like before the war, I wasn't really any more coherent for it than you were, but I do remember a few things. Before the war everypony was nice to each-other, kind, and there was this warm sense of happiness that filled the day. The sun beat down more often before the war started, because the Pegasus were less busy, they had the time to control the weather.

But once the war started, well, it drove my people to darkness that pony kind had not seen since the first harthswarming... Darkness that took the form of racism. I was a cripple, forced by a degenerative bone disease to hobble around with crutches. And once the war took my mother from me, well, I had no qualms about hating the zebras... All of them.

When my mother died my father was wrought with doubt and suffering, he left me to work for a contractor funded by the MWT. It was known, as you might guess, as Appleture. It was created by some relative or other of the MWT directer and the CEO of stabletech. But I really didn't care enough to learn much more, I was too busy grieving.

***

I stayed with my aunt, Aryanne, she was different. Her rhetoric just a few years ago would have forced her away from normal socioty... To the point where once she had formed underground coalitions of like-minded and hateful people. And yet, once the war began, she was given a sot of credence... and everyone began to listen to her, including me.

She hated the zebras, enthusiastically, and she hated each of the other non-pony races. Sure, she focused mostly on the demonic stripes, those that everyone hated with a fervor, but she spoke out against every non-pony race she could find. From the diamond dogs who she railed against despite our government being the ones who made them restless, to the Deer who she claimed were horrible for their refusal to allow either party to march troops through their lands.

And over time, with her constant speeches, and a brewing resentment for those who took my mother from me, I began to come around to her side. I began to see the world in shades of hateful rhetoric... I began to see everyone in the terms of the purity of pony blood. And still that was not done, for in few and secluded speeches we were willing to go further, and claim superiority for the earth-ponies. And speak of how our hard work was still propping up the lazy Pegasi and traitorous Unicorns.

Soon enough I was handing out fliers myself, drawing ponies into the circle as my aunt grew more extreme. Calling for the removal of those who are impure from true settlements, for mobs to go and drive away the donkeys and griffons, and other races that if I'm being honest were our allies. It was horrible, and yet I believed in it because Aryanne was as good at propaganda as Aunt Finish was good at glamorous shots.

With the help of the ministry of image, secretly due to our less than popular opinions, we canvased the country and left fliers and posters that may have had a bit more of my aunt in them than was strictly necessary... in fact, the most popular of these were just shots of my aunt's cutie-mark... to the point where it was instantly recognizable by friend and foe.

This continued for a long time, but eventually my bubble had to burst. It ended the day I got a letter in the mail from my father, which told me I had to go to him. He didn't explain anything, and I was reluctant at first, but Aryanne convinced me that this was for the greater good. Maybe I could get a hold on the area, help spread her message, so I was sent right there. To the lab, in the South Pawsific.

***

We left from Vanhoover, where Aryanne took me on our next transport. It was a small town, but it was the best place to find a ship... But it was still hard to go there, because Vanhoover was a non-pony town. Considering the remoteness I figured it would be fine, but yet my aunt thought it would be somewhat of a problem still. She thought that it would polute the magic of equestria.

“Don’t you see? Ze bloodline of the magicz muz be protected! Ze ponies here, zat are subjected to ze degradation of blood-strength. Don’t you see ze difficulties ponies are having in using ze magicz?” She said as she waved her hoof around at the few ponies that were around, the town was mostly populated by moose and reindeer. There weren't that many ponies, and those that were there seemed to be relying on physical might more then anything else, and I saw unicorns struggling to use simple telekinesis.

Odd of course, but I wasn't going to question it. While it was an advanced city, I was sure that my aunt thought it to be a frontier town filled with savages. Not that I disagreed, I could smell the stench of moose from a mile away. But Still, until I was in the hoofs of a pony ship, I had to sit. My bones weren't good after all, a fact that would have been obvious to anyone due to my crutches.

My aunt was stirring up a fuss to the side, and she seemed to be doing the usual town crier shtick. She was standing up and strutting her ass, mesmerizing ponies and even non-ponies with her movements while her words and propaganda flew over people. I ignored her, even as she passed out fliers with pictures of her flank on them to draw more attention. Honestly, given who was taking them, I wouldn't have been surprised if more wanted pornography than treatus.

Footnote!

Traits Added

Ideology: Blood Purist: You've been indoctrinated as a blood purist, believing in the separation of the races. You Bitch. You gain +20% damage against non-ponies and get unique dialogue options at certain points.

Degenerative Bone Disease: Well, damn, your bones are fucked up... I wonder what could have caused that. You get -2 Endurance, but get unique dialogue options and a 50% bonus to the effects of drugs.

Author's Note

This should be obvious, but for clarification. The views of PJ and Aryanne are not mine, I am using them as a conflict.