"Alright everypony! I got a special guest for us today, his name is Apple Tart! and he comes from Equestria, or The Wasteland as it goes be now. and he is going to tell use his life story today!"

I walked into a classroom, a classroom much cleaner than any place I've seen out in the wasteland. the room was filled with a bunch of young fillies and colts sitting in desks, there were only a few desks without anyone in them.

"Welcome to our class Apple Tart! we are looking forward to you telling us you story today! "Said the teacher as I walked up to the front desk.

"Thank you, I'm glad to be here"

The Teacher let me sit down at the front of the classroom as she took a seat at the back of the room to listen with her students.

"Greetings Children, the names Apple Tart, or as the ponies out in the wasteland called me, The Raider Slayer, and this is my story."

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Apple Tart's Life Story

War, war never changes.

Two hundred years ago today, ponies fought for control for the natural resources no longer in abundance in their homeland, only to lose everything to bellfire and destruction. the effects of the great war are still felt to this day in the equestrian wasteland. Ponies fight for survival out here against other ponies, Wastelanders verses Raiders, Heros verses Slavers, or Steel Rangers versus Alicorns.

I've been trying to keep my family safe from this wasteland, only for the wasteland to take them from me anyway. Raiders ended the life wife and faol-naped my daughter, to do unspeakable horrors to her. I've been wandering the wastes ever since, slaying any Raider I find, hoping that I can find anything, just anything, that can tell me my little girl is alive somewhere.

If my time in the wasteland and as a guard pony for New Appaloosa has taught me anything. it is that war.

War never changes.

Fallout Equestria: Spirits - By: MarbleRain

Author's Note

This is a censored version of my story Fallout Equestria: Spirits, made because I personally hate using curse words and I wanted a version of my story that I could show my family.