Entente Ponies and Central Ponies are fighting for almost 3 years, and at first the Great War seemed almost came to an end, Until Central Ponies launched series of attack through out Entente front line's.

Living in the front line were never easy, ^{(It never was and it will never be)} as the ponies assigned to them were either afraid for their heads get shot, or Artillery barrage strike their position. Life in trench's are harsh, ponies living them were suffered both by disease or trauma cause by the war. Everywhere you can see rotten bodies of dead pony, shell crater and series of barbwire. Decorating the already destroyed landscape, and it only make it even much worse. This is a common view on the front line as soldiers were rather adapted or doesn't care about their surrounding's anymore.

And if you think that's worst, then you are wrong. Charging through the No Pony's Land are the worst order everypony could think off. Imagine charging through a series of barb wires, muddy terrain or worst, Machine gun fire, you better hope that one charge is enough to force the enemy to retreat.

Many live's were taken by the Great War, and new technologies were developed to end the stalemate of the trench warfare, a giant machine that requires at least 6 ponies operating it. Machine that carries cannon's, and Machine gun to the battlefront to aid Onhooves division pushing forward. But it only does a little to change the tide of war.

Both Entente and Central Ponies were exhausted, but neither of them wanted to drop out and surrender. Therefore, the only way for the war to end was. Keep going! until one of us depleted our resource's storage or the army morale drop out beyond recovering.

We follow the story of 'Whitsplash Lancaster', a dark blue coated male unicorn with a red and black mane, and a First Lieutenant officer in the Entente Ponies, as he crept through hell in a muddy trench.