1950 New Year was the day the bombs dropped. Nobody knew why, how, or even who dropped them but it didn't matter. They dropped anyways. Not many made it to shelters and the ones who made it in never left. Those who never made it in mutated into what ruled the earth. years after their original pre-war ancestors and all thoughts of humanity were lost, the last human left leaves the shelter to greet the meta-humans of the future. Ponies. That's what they called themselves. They rebuilt the world under a new image of magical mutations over technology.


[ Some technological items are based on Fallout.]