Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria...

...Things became hopeless. A long and bloody war had slowly destroyed the goodness and happiness that everypony once shared. With no peaceful end in sight, the fools of the past used weapons that ruined our once beautiful land with magical fire. It was the end of life as we knew it.

Before the Last Day, small numbers of lucky souls were granted refuge in the Stables. Vast, underground shelters that would protect them from the poisoned world they left behind for generations to come.

Many, however, were not so lucky.

While the megaspells snuffed out millions of lives in an instant, not everypony was granted so quick a demise. Those that didn't perish in balefire found themselves faced with the horrors of the new world birthed from the destruction of the old. Everything became a fight. Fighting off starvation, dehydration, sickness, monsters and even fellow ponies.

Even then, there were survivors. Ponies that managed to eke out a somewhat peaceful existence in the Wasteland. Small clusters of civilization that struggled to remain against the erosion of time.

But wherever there are those with something, there are those who wish to take it away. And time cannot erase all the things buried and wished forgotten