Ponykind has barely returned from the brink of extinction at the hooves of the greatest threat to its existence in history.

Some call it "The Howling Hunger," others "The Rapture." The governments and bureaucrats of the United Equestrian Democracy simply call it "Equestria War Z."

My name is Quill Stroke, and I publish these stories with the permission of those ponies that tell them to me. Without these accounts of lives lost, and those that survived, how can we hope to prevent this plague from ever reoccurring?