Howdy! Falloutcaleb here, and this is my FOE side story. I'm looking for OCs for minor rolls, so send em in! Sorry that it's short, it's just a prolog after all.
War, war never changes
Centuries ago, atomic bale fire consumed the lands, killing any and everything in it's path. Mega Spells, powerful, and incredibly effective weapons of genicide, these horrible instruments of death produced an effect so horrid that it could literally turn a pony into literal dust. Or beyond even that, this effect was know as Bale Fire. Those who survived did so in huge underground structures know as Stables, when they emerged they were met with nothing but a harsh battered waste land.
The survivor made settlements and formed fractions. Soon, just as before the cursed Mega Spells, the ponies were at constant war. And that way it's stayed for centuries fraction would come and go leaving nothing but yet another ugly scare one the face of Equestria. There have been some truly righteous groups among all the raiders and slavers, but most are stomped out, or simply dissolve into obscurity. Now here we are, in the middle of the Equestrian Wasteland, the land scape has changed, the ponies have most certainly changed, but on thing remains the same, the one thing that will always exist, the one thing you can't stomp out
War,
war never changes
Hope y'all enjoyed, till next time My Little Wastelanders! Caleb out
