Onyx Bowtie, an amnesiac with identity issues, wakes up from cryogenic sleep in a dark basement of a huge corporation dedicated to synthetic research and manufacturing. The world he used to know now is consumed by war, nature, and a considerable lack of clean beds.

He remembers nothing of his past, or really himself for that matter. Only armed with an orb that shows to him his own past through glimpses and a really (in his own opinion) fashionable piece of neck wear, Onyx must explore the island made into a large metropolis he, along with many ponies, are now trapped on. He will encounter synthetic ponies (friendly and not), bands of slavers, nomadic zebras, near death scenarios and a really egotistical asshole.

Something bugs him, however. If he digs around in his now forgotten past, will he like what he finds?

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This is a story loosely based off of the Fallout Equestria fan fiction. It borrows some ideas from it, however it takes heavy liberties that may conflict with the fiction. If you have any problems with that, well, there's the door.

This story has yet to be finished, and may stay like that for some time. However, I will do everything in my power to finish this. This also may be my only story, save for possible one shots related to it. Read at your own risk.

WARNING! If you have any problems with any of the following, tread carefully:
Attempted and normal rape, slavery, explicit gore.