Raiders.

We all know what are they. Bloodthirsty, merciless ponies, with no purpose other than killing, raping and consuming everything.

The wastelanders often see them as just another creature, like a molerat or something, who are there only to get killed then looted for some healing potions and caps, just as if they would respawn in several days.

Being a foal in a raider gang is fucking terrible. I feel like a freaking slave has better life than me. I mean, I’m just a fucking filly who knows shit about anything, and they expect me to do everything they say, while they’re just sitting on their fat asses. Not to mention that being their personal sex-slave, when they didn’t catch any mare to fulfill that purpose instead of me. I’m extremely lucky that I didn’t got pregnant, or they would’ve just fucking threw me out, since who needs a slave who can’t do shit.

I didn’t even know my mom. All I knew was that the name she gave me is “Cold Blood”, then she probably left me in this shitty raider camp. Maybe she’s already dead leaving me behind with these shitheads. Or even worse, she’s alive and just laughing at me, while I’m doing all the work.
Honestly, I don’t even care about that bitch anymore.

And that's how my every single day went… Waking up, doing all the dirty work, get some food for it, so i'll won't die, then go back to sleep.

I had enough of this shit, but I'm just a filly. They don't listen to me at all.

Footnote: Starting perk: Raider Filly
-2 Charisma points
You’ve grown up in a raider gang. Every faction hate you, and you use swear words. A LOT.