Fallout Equestria: Wounded Hare

To say it’s been a while since I’ve written a journal, I think I’ll start with the basics. It’s been roughly 196 years since the mega spells dropped on Equestria, transforming it into the home of constant war, famine, and sickness. I don’t believe that such a life is fit for ponies, but it is one that we have adapted to and adapted we have. Ponies of all races, creeds, religions, and faiths fight each other over ideology, resources, and basic needs such as survival. Using whatever means possible, bullets, blades and even hoofs to kill each other for even the smallest crumb.

This world is cruel and hard, and it challenges you to even get out of bed. What would be the point of living in this world if you could be killed not ten steps from your door? That is a question I asked my mother when I was younger. My dear mother, Sapphire Blossom, looked heartbroken that I had asked such a thing, but she knew that question would arrive sooner or later.

The words that she spoke to me next were what stuck with me. The ponies of today should seek to find a way to brighten the world, not for themselves but for their children and their children’s children. Planting the seed of a tree that will provide shade you’ll never see.

I didn’t know it then, but those words were the seed that would send me off to see the world. Much to my parents’ dismay, leaving after an argument with my strict father to take up a job with a caravan. I remember my mother’s tears as she wrapped the scarf I wear now around my neck; it still breaks my heart to recall that image. I remember telling her I would be home quicker than she thought in a few months.

As of today, it’s been eight years. Eight years of serving under one of the most cruel and fanatical groups of ponies that I ever had the misfortune to stumble across. The Lunar Crescent Commune. Being forced into their society's militant wing, The Lunar Crescent Army Corp as a conscript marksman. Fighting their wars, spilling my blood, and spending the lives of the ponies around me to spread the bastardized word of my Goddess, Luna, all with a gun pointed at my back if I ever dared step out of line.

This is Jack Rabbit, 17th Recon, 3rd Platoon, Charlee Squad, the now-traitor of the Crescent Army Corps.