Fallout Equestria: Exiles

If you just want to skip to the story, please skip this chapter.

I just wanted to take a moment to section off some thoughts with you, as the author, and set some expectations.

I have long been fascinated by Fallout Equestria. While the start of the fic was not something I paid much attention to, it seems like it was wildfire once one of my friends touched it. Everyone was reading it. Everyone cared so much about this. "The greatest crossover ever!" so on and so forth. I couldn't get anyone to shut up about the thing.

And so I never, ever, touched the story.

And yet, I was entranced by it. The characters, the grey on grey morality of the situations. There wasn't much reason for me to read the story when everyone was telling me about it, and everyone would add in their own details, or leave some things out, or pick a side. Quite humorously, I realized around 2015 or 2016 that I wanted to write my own Fallout Equestria Fanfic. I didn't want to be gritty like Project Horizons, I didn't want to be "Fallout Equestria 2." I wanted to have my own story, in the same world, and I wanted to take a critical look at how actions have consequences.

During the same time that Fallout Equestria was still spreading, but had been finished, another piece of media came out, unrelated to my little pony and yet, perhaps the darkest drama on the airwaves right now; Bojack Horseman. I knew, immediately, that the storytelling of Fallout Equestria and the storytelling of Bojack had something in common. Something that you can't quite put your finger on, but yet, it's there. It makes the story compelling. Despite any humor, or any forward notions of not being dark as hell, the bright colours and humor are mockery. They are a distraction from what you know is lying right under the surface. Right behind any literature or any art, is the inherent pain that comes with existing. Yet, everything and everyone spends all of it's existence, struggling to just exist more. They crave this pain, and I want to explore why with this story.

If you read this foreword, thank you. I want to express that the views of characters in here, do not necessarily represent my views. The purpose of this story isn't to tell you "Littlepip did nothing wrong" or "ehh those other guys didn't get it quite right, here I'm a better writer I'll do better!" The purpose of this story is to set up what I think characters would look like in a world shaped by Littlepip and company (And some story elements from Blackjack's tale too).

I've not read Fallout Equestria or Project Horizons in their entity. I have read parts, and I've made sure to extensively use the wiki as well as draw upon what others have told me. Please don't hate me if some small details are wrong-- I'm explaining that away as historical inaccuracy. The entire point of this story is that, even if you threw the books of FO:E and FO:E:PH at ponies and screamed "This is what happened!" Not only would most of the populace not care to read such a long book, but they would also then begin to question it. Sort of like the Bible, and how every few hundred years someone seems to have a completely different opinion on it.

And so now, for something completely different. This story sets our ponies in a metro tunnel, rushing away from certain doom. Large parts of character's stories are told in extended flashbacks as they share stories on a caravan through the depths of the San Palomino Metro. Each "Act" of my story begins with a short scene, which will be covered near or at the end of the act. Breaking Bad gave me large influences in seeing how poetic this fast forward can be, and I wanted to see if I could emulate that sort of mystery into my story.

So with all of that said, I'll leave you to it. Please let me know what you think of the story in the comments, and I'll try to be as interactive as possible with my readers.