6800 people. 12 teams. 500+ per team. Restored/Recreated weapons and vehicles of war. All for one, purpose.
The entertainment of millions!
When all 6800 participants in the 'Assault of the Paint & Fury' Paintball Tournament suddenly disappear one night during their 6 month Battle, and not a vehicle, spare part, bullet casing, or even any rations litter can be found.

The boot prints left in the mud, indicate that the contestants mounted their vehicles and drove off into the nearest forests. Then. The tire and tread tracks end, as if they drove into oblivion.
The world is left in shock.
After a manhunt that lasted for 6 decades, those involved were doomed to be written down in history, not for their intended goal is being the best of the best sportsmen. but being members of the greatest mysterious tragedy in human history.

Meanwhile on the flip-side of the mysterious disappearance 6800 Humans now have to deal with and survive a new world.
Full of New Challenges. And. New peoples. Without any real weapons, they have their vehicles. Their equipment. And their wits, to not only survive, but thrive.
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This is a Humans in Equestria story.
More specifically, filling a genre or topic i have seen a quite annoying lack of. Human Colony in Equestria.
Please forgive and notify me of any misspelling or errors in my writings. most of my stories never make it out of my hard drive, i'm taking a crack at uploading, and i hope you'll enjoy reading as much as i enjoy writing!

Warning! This story contains Gorey details and scenes that would make a law and order SVU set blush.
If you're uncomfortable with gore or violence or mature themes. Skip this fic and move along.
You have been warned.

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