Fallout: Equestria - The Eternal Winter

War.

A simple word, yet one with many different meanings. For many, it is what you call a clash between nations that has drawn all of their citizens into the bloodshed. For those who serve, they say that it is hell on earth. Witnessing your friends and comrades be cut down in front of you shows the gruesome reality that is war.

Then you have the ones who say that war is fun.

For those who say this, they are usually the subject and witness to a long-term tour of duty, forced to put their very lives on the line with each waking moment. Having to come to terms with your very mortality on the battlefield can cause sheer amounts of stress on those who have served for too long.

For some, they can go home and get therapy to help them through whatever plagues their mind.

Then for others, the only treatment they can find is a single bullet.

When war broke out in Equestria, the citizens were taken aback by the sheer brutality of their newest foes; the Zebras. Their fanatical devotion to their Kaiser drove their war machine across Equestria. In the beginning, Equestrian soldiers were terribly ill-equipped and were not ready for the brutality put before them. In an act of desperation, Princess Celestia ordered all of Equestrias’ factories and manufacturers to begin producing equipment for the war; Uniforms, weapons, ammunition, vehicles, it all was needed. This order came down the hardest on one of Equestrias’ northern cities; Stalliongrad.

The ponies of Stalliongrad were a proud bunch, and gladly accepted the massive undertaking of fueling the Equestrian War Machine. Having the most factories of any Equestrian city, Stalliongrad quickly became the center for manufacturing in the North, next to Fillydelphia down on the east coast of the nation.

So naturally, the city painted a target on itself, one that the Zebras would gladly strike at. And much like the research hub of Hoofington, Stalliongrad became one of the top priority targets on the Zebras’ attack list.

The Zebras’ attack came out of the blue; literally. Dragons that had allied with the Zebras dived from the sky, bringing hellfire down upon the snowy city, catching the military off guard. However, the attack was short-lived when Anti-Aircraft batteries in and around the city began to shoot the dragons out of the sky. Sensing that the attack wasn’t over, the defenders of Stalliongrad began fortifying the cities’ boundaries. Tanks, soldiers, even aircraft and pegasai began pointing their guns to the skies and land that encompassed the city.

And hours later, the true attack began.

The Siege of Stalliongrad became famous even during the war; an ongoing confrontation to the north, where the snow was stained with the blood of the fallen. Rumors began circling that it even snowed red flakes instead of the normal white flakes, thanks to the sheer amount of blood spilled above the clouds. Ponies on the frontlines in other parts of the war told stories of the brutal street-fighting that occurred within the city, spinning yarns of false heroes, fictional acts of valor, and the patriotic spirit that dwelled within each of those soldiers. For years the defenders of Stalliongrad held on to what they treasured most; their city. There was no loss of supplies, the military used the materials produced in the city straight off the production lines, throwing everything they had at beating back their attackers.

Then during an early morning surprise attack, the Zebras suddenly ceased fire and retreated. The ponies, confused by this sudden retreat, were put on edge, waiting for the next wave.

Minutes turned to hours, hours turned into paranoia, spreading throughout the trenches and command areas within the city. But, the attack never came.

What came instead burned the land around them, poisoning the air and scorching the inhabitants within the city, turning the war-torn ruins of Stalliongrad into a tomb to all who had fallen. After the initial strike, a crypt like silence fell across the land. And as the silence fell, magic of the foulest nature began filling the lungs of the dead, causing their corpses to rise and shamble through the streets of the fallen city. Many lost their minds and began putting themselves through a loop of sorts, living out the final moments of their lives as mortals, unable to accept the fact that they had already died with their city.

Then there are the few who managed to keep their sanity, but not their appearance, forced to live as living corpses in a dead city. Many manage to make a living of the conditions they now endure. Life is tough, but has become routine for the Ghouls of Stalliongrad.

However, when a living being unknowingly enters this City of the Dead, events will transpire that will cause those trapped within the city to step out of their purgatory and into the winter hellscape that is known as the Northern Equestrian Wasteland.

Captain Suicide presents:

Fallout: Equestria

The Eternal Winter