Fallout Equestria: Of Slaves and Sacrifice

Prologue

The Wasteland.  No doubt you’ve heard the great tales and stories, the rumors and legends that this post-apocalyptic Equestria is made up of.  Why wouldn’t you?  You’ve got to have something to keep you going in times as dark as these.  From the great tales of the heroic Stable-Dweller, the perseverance of Security, and many others like them, one would think things are beginning to change around here.  However, they are only stories out here, in the far-east.  Some say that they aren’t real, just fantasies to help fillies sleep at night, and they could be right.  Nothing has changed around here; no heroes have crawled out of Stables to save us.  Only the constant fear of falling prey to vicious irradiated beasts, becoming raider food, or, Goddesses forbid, a slave to the Crimson Tide…

But that won’t stop me.  I have seen countless hardships in my lifetime, most of which I could do nothing about.  Now that I’m old enough to defend myself, I’d say it is time to defend others who cannot do it themselves.  For the right price of course... maybe in the form of some Wild Pegasus perhaps?  Even caps would suffice.  Here in East Equestria, nothing is for free, not even life itself…

***Fallout Equestria:

Of Slaves and Sacrifice***