An old pony sits in a dim room, his only companions a pack of cigarettes, bottle of unmarked cider, and the mic in front of him. He took a sip straight from the bottle, not bothering with a glass as he waited for the song he was playing to end. "Hello everypony out there. It's your handsome host, East Strings. Sorry to stop the music for a bit, but I've been having a few things on my mind. things I gotta say. Everypony has heard the phrase 'War never changes'... well... War may never change, but this world can be changed. It may just start small, an act of kindness here, some friendship there. and while I know there are raiders, monsters, and many other evil things out there that we war against that makes it seem impossible... just know that while there is no good in war, there is good in why we fight wars..." The air was quiet as the old radio host took a drag off his cigarette. "I gotta story I gotta tell ya folks. It aint pretty, it aint happy, but maybe it might help you fight back to fix our world..." East Strings looked to to a closed door on the other side of the room, seemingly smiling at what had to be in it. "So, lemme tell you about the seven that helped save out little bit of paradise..."
