Fallout Equestria: Lonely Roads

Fallout Equestria: Lonely Roads

Prologue: Tales of the Wastes

So. This is me.

Bit disappointing to tell you the truth. Can't complain though, kinda knew what I got myself into.

Being a trader out in the wastes... Well, it ain't easy I can tell you that. You learn real quick that there’s only two types of people, those who’ll take your caps, and those who'd rather shoot you in the head

Out there is harsh. There ain’t many creatures who take too kindly to ponies. The others probably see them as their next meal. They aren’t the worst of it though, not by a long shot. Folks out there who would rather kill you or enslave you then try to do right. They’re either the craziest ponies out there or the sanest, take your pick.

Not to mention radiation or Taint. Actually, I probably should mention them. Both'll kill you, and that's if you're lucky, otherwise... Well, let’s just say there's worse things in the wasteland than just dieing.

Still, you gotta be a whole different kind of crazy to think that picking through ruins, packing a load of valuables in a wagon and trotting off through the wastes to make a few caps is the best idea in the world.

Yeah, that would be folks like me. Mr Crazy, right here, guilty as charged.

You got people trying to steal from you, shoot you, rip you off or stab you in the back. And that’s before you’ve even left town.

But if we don’t do it, no one will. Might be laughing now, but wait until you’re half starving to death, out of ammo and raiders come knocking at your door.

We ain’t heroes, not when it’s business. But compared to what else you can find out there, we’re better than most.

It’s a tough deal, sure. Of those who make it, there are always those who fall by the wayside, left for scavengers and then forgotten to the wastes. Deaths happen all the time in the wasteland, but you just gotta press on and hope that your number ain't the one coming up today.

So, that’s the wasteland. Big, barren and dangerous to a ‘t’. Or is that a ‘d’?

Uh, hang on a sec.

Oh yeah, name’s Racket, the noisy type, not the bat. Wasteland raised, through and through, and definitely not the most fun, I can tell you. Can't say it was the best life ever either, but from the things I've seen, and the people I met, I wouldn't have given it up for the world.

So come in, sit down, and I'll tell you where it all started...