Sun rises in the East, winter is followed by spring, and a person can run away from its problems only for so long. One day, you've got to turn around and either yield - or face them, stand and fight for the values you believe in.

Apparently, the above applies to Humanity as a whole, too. However, there's a catch: is fighting worth it if you cannot win?

Several years have passed since the emergence of Equestria. The shiny bubble of the Barrier now covers a substantial portion of the planet and is still expanding, albeit at a slower rate than initially predicted. An even greater part of human population has chosen to undergo Conversion, exchanging their miserable existence for a new life in a bright and hospitable dimension, and set off for the mystic tides, never to be seen on Earth again. Most institutions and organized structures of humanity have thus gradually dissolved into non-existence; the remainder of the planet is now controlled by HLF-spawned communities, or just by plain brigands who rapidly slip towards Middle-Age levels of culture and technology.

There's an exception to this, however. In a remote and unwelcoming region of the continent, one shard of the old civilization just doesn't want to let go. And the people in charge aren't happy at all about the deal the old World Government struck with the Princesses...