Equestria has fallen, the once-proud country annexed by the Caribou Empire. The Alicorn Sisters, Discord, the Elements of Harmony, and all the other usual heroes have failed, either enslaved to their chauvinistic new rulers or in hiding. Perversion, misogyny, and oppression have triumphed over love, tolerance, and Harmony, and ponykind is now praying for a savior. Any savior. Even a savior who also happens to be a dark eldritch overlord.

Unfortunately, the only available dark eldritch overlord is one Nightmare Sanguine Nightmare King Blueblood (though he'd prefer it if you just called him Blueblood, thank you very much), a former prince and self-admitted snob "blessed" with dark powers he only half-understands, a mob of suicidally loyal, batshit-insane cultists convinced he’s the best thing to happen to them since Nightmare Moon, and control over an Evil Bastion of Ominousness (yes, it's actually called that) that might charitably be called a "fixer-upper". And thus begins the tale of how this cowardly, self-centered stallion ended up liberating erm... conquering all of Equestria, giving the Caribou the jackboot, and trampling their sick ideology into the dirt in the process.

Warning: this story is a deconstructive parody of both Fall of Equestria and many of the “anti-FoE” fics it spawned, served with a dash of crack and a pint of absurdist humor. As such, it will contain bizarre and dark topics and subject matter some may not be comfortable with. While direct mention of sexual acts will be kept to a minimum, this fic will still contain blood and gore, slavery, misogyny, implications of, references to, and discussions of rape, body modification, bondage, dominance and submission, degradation, and all the other fun times commonly associated with the FoE setting, grim content, dark content, grimderp content, Caribou being Caribou with all the disregard for safety, sanity, and consent that implies, ponies treating Caribou as role models for acceptable behavior, ponies who don’t getting subjected to trauma conga lines, crazy cultists doing as crazy cultists do, Blueblood being the (reluctant) hero for once, tongue-in-cheek absurdist comedy, and copious amounts of lampshading. Engage with this deranged fever dream Take this story seriously at your own risk.