The bombs dropped, everyone died.

To save themselves from total annihilation, giant underground shelters, called stables were created.

After 173 years of bloody mayhem, ponies were struck silent by the sound of music. This music was followed by a broadcast declaring that their suffering was at an end.

Two years have passed and the inhabitants of the once grand capital of Equestria’s movie industry have once again become a city with order and simple luxuries like running water. Schools, road ways, electric lights and Auto-Chariots are functioning. This is the norm for the Los Pegasus area now.

Then there is Fell Iron.

He's a gunslinger by trade, with a vendetta to fulfill and believing that anything that can be done to get his revenge should be done.
He now searches for a pony he only knows by his title, The Doctor, in this hellish land of Equestria.

What Fell Iron and the rest of the waste have yet to realize, is that not all is as it seems, and that the truth can be painful.