Before you start I want you to know this story... my story is not that of a hero bringing down a villain. This story does not have a happy ending. This is a story of a stable dwellers rise to heroism and fall to becoming a warlord. This is a story of how the wasteland corrupts even the best of us. This is the story of those who tried to make the wasteland a better place. This is a story of those whose actions were forgotten in the endless river of time. This is a story of... the forgotten ones.

Now how to start this... I am Ximen now you may be wondering 'How the fuck do you end up with a name like that?' Or 'dear Celestia, not another shitty Fallout Equestria spinoff.' Now you're wondering how in the name of Celestia's milky crotch tits does this random ass pony in a book know about a better book that I also read? Well, that is... complicated let's just say pinkies powers aren't all that unique. Rare, but not unique.

Now, where was I? Oh right um... so yea right names and crap. stable 42 well... was a sciencey stable where they did experiments on things like genetics. At one point they attempted to make changlings. Witch for the most part worked but few were actually capable of doing changling magic. Although they were capable of other odd forms of magic like some could inexplicably faze through walls. Others could create things out of nothing (which really pissed off the scientists due to the law of conservation of mass) some could even create things like fire, water, Random ass explosions... ya know stuff like that. while others could do weekend forms of both. I was one of those lucky sonsabitches who could do a little of both. I can do the fire Bullshit. I got my name because... well it's not a very good reason I honestly just thought it sounded cool and it stuck.

Life in stable 42 was mediocre and there wasn't much to do, Ya woke up ya nommed on some poor dudes feelings as he passed you. Ya reported to test labs and you did the same goddess damned tests all day every day. minus an hour of free time for our own sanity. In which evreyling went back to our wing of the stable and did anything from reading to rutting. It was very easy to tell witch as the walls separating the rooms were thin too which you could cut a hole in the wall in 30 min with a plastic spoon handle. I know this first hand as I've done it twice mostly to interact with the changling on the other side. Gets ya one hell of a beating if you get caught though sometimes it even gets you whipped.

After that little hour, you go to weapons training. Where they show you a gun show you how to reload show ya how to shoot and show you how to fix the gun. Then they throw you into the overrun portion of the stable for an hour. After that its dinner than curfew. That may not sound bad but when you do that, again and again, every day of your life it starts to get super boring. But I get the feeling I'm not gonna be here much longer.

FALLOUT EQUESTRIA: FORGOTTEN ONES

Footnote: Begin game? [Y/N] [Y]

I hope you enjoyed this prologue. Please excuse any improperly spelled words and when you find one, please point it out in the comments.

P.S. Thank you to Kkat for creating Fallout Equestria and being an inspiration to all of us writers.

P.P.S. Also thank you to Somber for creating Fallout: Equestria - Project horizons and for being an inspiration. When it comes to actually starting to write this story.