Fallout Equestria: Black Smoke

Long time ago, hatred was roaming among pony and zebra kinds, taking lives of both hating and hated, ponies and zebras, guilty and innocents. The land was poisoned by greed and animals were starving.

The whole world was suffering.

Those who were supposed to be heroes were blinded by hunger for success and victory.

But there was one who knew what was happening. When everyone was busy tearing pieces of wealth of the world for themselves, she was spending her whole time trying to do better. Thus kindness of a single pony created a powerful megaspell to protect the most precious thing to every living creature - life. This megaspell could heal any scratch, any wound...

But it couldn't heal the darkness buried deep in hearts.

Soon, hatred and greed took the opportunity and changed the life-giving spell into the deadliest weapon on the world by fusing it with burning anger.

One day, this spell was set free...

And on that day, Equestria was betrayed and burnt in green fire.

Raging flame consumed everything and everyone in its reach as wings flopped silently in the air. Soon, the sky was closed and the surface was left to its fate. Ponies trying to escape from the green hell found shelter in underground vaults called Stables.

Time was flowing like a river. The poison was spreading through soil and water, transforming both everything living and not living. Every life had a choice. Adapt to the new environment or fall into endless dream.

Creatures became bigger, stronger and more aggressive. Ponies who were touched by the green invisible fog for some time could live longer than anything. But their skin was rotten and most of them were driven insane from the never-ending circles of radiation, pain and memories.

Two hundred years later, ponies started leaving Stables to face the Equestrian wasteland.

The greed was always a part of a pony heart. Many couldn't handle the new world and chose the easiest way on how to get everything. They became slavers, bandits or raiders. However, not everyone sympathised with it.

The wasteland has grown into a warzone where everyone fought for themselves. Until fractions were formed. Many groups wanted the wasteland to be a safe and prosperous place. On the other hoof, there were lots of groups, who slaughtered everyone they met.

Me? I was in the middle of it at first...