Prologue: What does it mean to Farm?

Life in the Wasteland is a complicated and lengthy thing. Even a day can feel like an eternity, with no sun to tell the time with or no changes in the clouds above. It’s either rain, radstorm, or irradiated snow, and those are the three seasons of the Wastes. Now and then, maybe because one of the cloud machines that the Enclave maintained broke, and there would be a break in it. Clear blue skies, the glorious sunshine baking your hide, now that’s something a pony or a creature would like to live to see.

That was something many a creature and pony counted on, as a matter of fact, some more than others. A single day of pure sunlight has crops blooming in a day that would take a whole season of careful cultivation to grow. Nopony can figure out the reasoning for it, but Crop Blooms are one of the only ways to get a family through to the next month or the following year if you’re careful.

Yet, more and more, ponies left to be mercenaries, bounty hunters, ruin divers. Fewer and fewer want to try and scrape a living by tending to dead soil. Farmers are becoming a rare and extinct breed of pony, and why shouldn't they?

Towns no longer truly exist after the balefire bombs fell. The Wasteland is full of hidden dangers, and most ponies only have so much to spare. Much like Friendship City, any flourishing town has traders and water purifier talismans to keep them going. Most folk out here barely have a river running by their crop fields, and even less have makeshift water purifiers to make it work.

The question now becomes, ‘When there is no more food, no cans, no supplies, what will the Equestrian Wasteland become?’ Without farmers, there’s no more food, and without food, well…The Equestrian Wasteland will get another war that it really can’t afford.

Now I'm not saying that that's why I decided to up and join the farmer and town-ponies, and honestly, that can be a whole other story for a whole different breed of pony. Me? Well, let's say that my account turns out to be a bit duller than the heroes the Wasteland has or hasn't had. Still, it doesn’t take much to become a hero in another’s eyes.

My name is Appleseed Mayhem, and this is my story.

Author's Note

Author's Note:

Hello Everypony, I hope you all are strapped in and ready to read. This is a major undertaking and something that I hope will let me grow as both an author and reader. Please let me know any grammar, spelling, or other errors that I might not have caught in the comments. I am also fully supportive of any Constructive Criticism that you all might offer, but please be aware that I will not accept outright hatred or an unhelpful criticism.

I look forward to reading what you all put, and I hope you enjoy the story and characters of Fallout Equestria: Building Bonds.

Sincerely,
Witch Way