Seven raiders from the Capital Wastelands were having the time of their lives, blowing shit up, raiding Enclave Outposts and in general, being idiots! And now, due to one of them (Fucking Larry) blowing them up with a Mini Nuke, they're now in a colorful land where talking ponies are at war with a bunch of flying fucking cat bird things.

Goddamn it Larry.

Now they're forced to fight for their lives by teaming up with the ponies, because one of them couldn't shut up about it.

Good god what have I done?