Great cites destroyed, ponies fleeing in panic, the countryside in ruins. A burst of flame from Mars heads towards the earth, and a strange ship, unlike anything ever seen here, lands. Soon it devours everything in it's path, ponies, and buildings alike. It's unstoppable.

Ponykind is in the greatest danger in all it's history. Can anypony-or anything-save their world?

(This fiction uses faithful adaptions of H.G Wells's War of the Worlds in third person)