The megaspells have just obliterated most of Equestria. Cities lie abandoned or boil in the heat of the aftermath. Monsters slowly grow bolder without ponies to stop them. Canterlot stands high above Equestria as it did for centuries, but instead of the magical city ruled by immortal Princesses that it used to be, now it is a city of ghosts and death, a symbol of what Equestria had become. A steaming, quickly deteriorating ruin.

Most were lucky, for them death was instant, burned away leaving nothing but their bones. Those unlucky enough to survive the blasts are forced down dark paths to remain alive. However there are always those with pooper luck still, those rare few, who not only survived outside the StableTec's Stables, but remained sane, are still attempting to hold onto their ideals of friendship and cooperation, but they are greatly outnumbered and outgunned by the psychopaths, the lunatics, those dregs of society that until now had very little sway over the way of things.

Cold Fritz, a young unicorn working as an assistant for the EEA was one of those luckless few to both survive and remain sane. When the world ended Cold Fritz was just working one of his many shifts in the EEA HQ, shifting papers, attempting to earn enough for a Stable ticket. He and his coworkers were locked in the lower levels of the ancient building and sealed by magic even older than the building. The food is running out, those who weren't quick enough to outrun the Cloud completely, those affected by it are slowly dying.

The future holds very little but conflict, death and struggle.