The Conversion Wars are over, leaving behind the bloodied husk of what was left. Billions were lost on both sides, resulting in the depopulation of every continent and race. The expected fresh and fertile lands being replaced by war-torn landscapes. Every continent that wasn't Equis was locked off in the hopes that time would heal the terrible scars. Now a simple commercial cruise heads to the now open, and mythical land of Australia.

Except they forgot about something.

An alternate Negotiations-Verse where the ponies won.

(Also kind of a crack-fic)