"No more Mr. Nice Unicorn..."

The hot desert sun beat down on me as I moved my pack brahmin, Ol' Bessie, through the desert that was the Southern Equestrian Wasteland. I was your typical unicorn caravaneer, wearing a pre-war explorer's outfit that shielded me from the sun. I suppose a better description of myself would have to do, to avoid any questioning on my appearance. I am a red unicorn with a black mane and blue eyes. I wear a pre-war fedora that I found while scavenging for new items to sell. My cutie mark is a pre'war bit, signifying my talent for buying and selling. About my family...well, there is a lot to say. After the megaspells fell, my ancestors struggled to survive in the wastes, often trading with raiders, mercenaries, and the like to make a living. My parents named me Renegade, for my rebellious attitude. 2 years ago, I had inherited the family's caravan, determined to carry on the trade that made my family famous among the local communies. Where was I? Oh right, wandering the wastes. Ol' Bessie and I were wandering the wasteland, heading to a small town called New Dodge Junction to make a few deliveries. As we neared the town, we came upon a group of raiders. Now, these fellows were shielded from head to hoof in cloth, and from the look of it, they seemed to be earth ponies. "Hello, my fellow wastelanders," I greeted. "How's about we bargain a little?" At this point, one of the raiders, which I will refer to as Nomads from this point on, was in my face, growling at me. I drew my pistol, which I had been keeping in my pocket, at the wretch. One of the raiders shouted, "GET 'IM!" and the group surrounded me. I began to shoot frantically, but it was 5 against 1, so I was outnumbered. From there, everything went black.

Maybe you'll think of me

When you are all alone...

I woke up, almost blinded by a sudden flash of light. Where was I? From the looks of it, I was in some sort of hospital bed. Slowly getting up, I felt a sudden pain and fell off the bed. Looking around for any medical supplies, I saw something on a nearby table. It seemed to be a machine, however a hoof-sized one. Observing it a little more closely, I could see it was a PipBuck, like the ones I heard about when I was little. However this model seemed to be a bit older, and a bit clunkier. Slowly picking it up, it felt its weight, apparently moderate heavy. Placing it on my right hoof, it immediaetly clasped around it, locking the PipBuck in place. ROBRONCO BRAND PIPBUCK 2000 PLUS, the startup screen read. That's when I noticed I was completely naked. My outfit must have been taken while I was unconcious. I noticed another thing on the table. It was folded. It was blue. Unfolding it, I could see it was a jumpsuit with a 45 on the back. I started piecing the puzzle together and finally figured it out: I was in a Stable! But why was nopony around? Putting on my new jumpsuit, I decided to look around the facility for answers. Slowly exiting the doctor's room I was in, I decided to use my PipBuck's map to navigate my around the halls, squishing some radroaches along the way, I began looking for some weapons to use. Finding nothing but a BB gun, I continued to look for answers. "Attention all Stable 45 residents, theCatzador infestation is under control." the PA system droned. Thankfully, I did not need the PipBuck's radio to tell me this. "What in the name of Celestia is a Catzador?" I wondered. My question was immediately answered by a loud buzzing noise. Turning around, I was greeting by a horrible thing that looked like a combination of housecat and wasp. "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!" I shouted as I shot the thing with a few bullets. Finally, the thing was half-dead. Quickly running, I knew I had to get out of here. Running to nowhere in particular, I finally found what I assumed was the Overstallion's office. Accesing the terminal, I found a file reading "CATZADOR EXPERIMENT-FAILURE''. I clicked on it. This is what appeared on the screen:

"The experiment was a failure. Everyone's dead. I knew this would turn out badly, but no one listened. The very thought of crossing feline with insect was against nature itself. For anyone who is left, I will tell the sad tale that is-was Project Pet. Our goal was a simple one: To create a new breed of pet for the Stable's inhabitants. Our scientists tried everything, but they all failed. Eventually, we created what was supposed to be the perfect pet: Cute, yet vicious at the same time. As the Catzadors grew, so did their hostile nature. Eventually, we had to evacuate the facility when the Catzadors turned against us. Everypony died trying to escape, or didn't escape at all. Please, for anyone out there, please destroy this Sta-GET AWAY YOU DAMN DIRTY BUGS! GET AWA-"

Going back to the main screen, I realized I had to destroy whatever remained of the Catzadors, or die trying. Outside, I could see a whole bunch of angry Catzadors swarming in to get me. Clicking the file that said, "EMERGENCY SELF-DESTRUCT", I ran for it. A rumbling, then rocks falling, was heard, crushing the small swarm that pursued me. Soon I entered the small passageway that led outsiide. It was littered with dead Catzadors and ponies. The small wooden door that led outside was already open, so obviously a few Catzadors had escaped. Realizing that my time was almost up, I dove for the door. I had escaped in the nick of time: The Stable had caved in. I stood wielding my BB gun. Now I had to find Ol' Bessie and the Nomads.

LEVEL UP!

Perk gained- Sharpshoot: 'You skill with guns impresses friend and foe alike.'