Fallout Equestria: Undead Reknown

%I% prologue

It was noon...the mega spells had just started going off, one by one, hitting big targets. First went to the ministry towers. Second, Pony Ville and sweet apple acres. Last, was Canterlot.

There were two stables, one in Canterlot, one in the mountain. The ones that were lucky were signed up to enter the "Let's Get Along" stable, as the Rangers like to call it.

The unlucky either died, or were sent to the largest, most elaborate stable of them all. Stable number 220. The first class, exceeding the princesses, we're all in the other stable. Lower class civilians were all in 220.

But what made this stable so bad? Was it the food shortages, or the pipe leaks, or the fat mare in the lunch line that got more than her fair share? None of these...it was because our leader was a prince. The son of Luna, and basic spawn of darkness himself. A vampony alicorn prince.

To make this matter worse, he was an alcoholic. So when he got here, he brought with him about twenty four kegs of AJ Daniels. Which, of course, were gone within the hour. And what happens to ponies if they consume more than five shots of liquor? Well either they get extremely drunk. Or they do what he did and slip into a coma.