Fallout Equestria: We Lucky Few

PROLOGUE

Out of all of the fates that the colorful, exquisite, and exciting land of Equestria could have faced, the odds of it all coming to an instantaneous halt at the hands of a hatred fueled war would have seemed the least likely of outcomes. With all of the advances we made in technology, it was only a matter of time until certain political figures decided to get some ... how could you say, bright ideas. It was a good war if you could call it that. While yes, by no means is that a good thing given the usual context of war, but it was still a good war given the context of a sick and twisted perspective. By this I mean that It was short, bloody, and ended with a grand finale of complete and total annihilation. A simple combination of Earth Pony Engineering and Unicorn magic was built seemingly under everypony's eyes. A weapon so massively devastating that only a select few were made, and despite only being roughly the size of a bushel of apples, each one was more than capable of wiping out entire cities, leaving anything else in its proximity to be an irradiated, barren, hostile mess that was nothing more than uninhabitable.

This weapon was appropriately named: The Balefire MegaSpells.

A handful of these devastating yet amazingly effective devices were unleashed upon the land in the hopes of beginning a new era for all of Equestria! And while they definitely achieved that goal, I'm sure it was not to the preferred liking. Yes, Equestria was definitely able to start a new, but instead of everypony emerging from their shelters and underground stables in the hopes of being greeted by a peaceful new world, we were instead greeted by an incredibly hostile wasteland that seemed far beyond healing.

In this new world, it was everypony for themselves. Survival of the fittest seemed to be the key motto in our everyday lives. You never knew who you could and couldn't trust in the Equestrian Wasteland, and that was rightfully so. Before the wasteland consumed us all, it was stated that everypony was rather caring. Ponies were actually nice to each other on a day to day basis whereas nowadays things such as murder, rape, cannibalism, and a multitude of other vile acts were nothing more than commonplace (despite being highly frowned upon).

However, a select few have been spared from the horrors of the Equestrian Wasteland. Practically all of these lucky few resided in underground shelters known as Stables. Now you see, stables (while seemingly boring and crude in construction) where nothing more than highly effective at what they were designed to do: Keep the dangers of the wasteland out while keeping the denizens within completely safe from their inevitably hostile new world. Some stables were designed to re-open after a set amount of time, and a select few were even designed to never again see the goddesses light once the doors shut for the first and final time. However, not everypony was granted access to these life-saving shelters, as they had an admittedly limited capacity. They were mainly used for higher-ranking members of society, with the occasional one being on a first come first serve sort of basis. However, they were still the only one hundred percent guarantee of surviving the megaspells. However, no matter how safe they made you, stables were still machines. It didn't matter how long the stable doors were designed to stay shut or what their exact purpose was, as eventually malfunctions or misfortunes were bound to happen. It's said that stable's aren't exactly a matter of if, but rather a matter of when.

This leads us to Stable 76: The Baltimare Stable. A place where all denizens were informed of the outside world and the tragic events that took place during the war. This Stable was sealed for 150 years in the hopes that upon reemergence they would be greeted with a healed world clean of the wastelands torment. The day of reemergence was coming close for the residents of Stable 76.

Alas, they were in for a rude awakening.