My entry for the Fallout: Equestria group 300 member short-fic competition.
The theme is Wild Wasteland.

A glow in the distance, holding the darkness of night at bay. Screams of delight and peals of laughter, echoing across the poisoned, torn landscape. Countless tents and stalls, nestled between rides of rickety wood and attractions most bizzare. At the gate, a mare most mad, greeting all who draw near and bidding them enter with a wave of her hoof and a hungry grin.

"Welcome, one and all, to the Carnival! You'll never want to leave."