Entry 001 – Introduction

War

War is when everything changes.

Several years ago, the ponies of the lands called Equestria decided to stop being colorful, peace-loving creatures and instead became colorful, murder-hungry warmongers. They roasted their homes, destroyed their neighbors and stuffed their survivors into gigantic rabbit holes in the ground to avoid the eventual apocalypse. This was all in the hope that one day, the doors would roll open to reveal their world unchanged, and they would come out alive, ready to restart their new and happy lives.

So far, that plan has not worked.

My name is Crow. I'm a bitch Griffoness from the Wastelands of Trotland and now I'm a bitch Griffoness living in the Wastelands of Manehattan. That's the first thing you need to know.

The second thing I need to tell you about going into this is that I am not a fancy storyteller. Sure, I’ve read the Detective Pony books and a few other things for inspiration, but I’ve never written anything more than a note before. Then again, who does write anymore? Nopony, except for Ditzy Doo as far as I know, in these lands that Tartarus pissed on before setting the whole lot on fire.

I'm writing this because somebody had to document the discovery of Stable T-Thirty and who else was going to do that? That’s right. Nobody.

If any Stable can prove that every cognisant creature would have been better off boiling to death in the blasts that wiped out most of Equestria so long ago, rather than burrowing underground in a vain attempt to preserve the Equestrian race, then Stable T-Thirty was one of the strongest candidates for the job.

For me to recall every important detail and ensure I do not miss anything vital later, I'm going to tell you everything I can remember. Some of it might seem like inconsequential horseshit and some of it probably is, but this is the only way that I am able to capture everything as accurately as I can...

Sort of.

I must admit, I am also using this as an excuse to remember one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever known. When we discovered Stable T-Thirty, Gypsy Breeze was still with us.

That's not to say that I am lying about how important it is to tell you the vile experiments we found Stable-Tec had been forcing on the ponies in Stable T-Thirty but I have to stress how important Gypsy Breeze was to me. Just by writing her name on this terminal, I feel like I am preserving her memory for eternity. I hope somepony reads this someday and turns her into a legend or a Goddess or a hero like a character from the GrogMacIntosh comics.

Regardless of that, I cannot start this with her.

Instead, I must start by telling you about the drunken night I found a stallion in my shack wearing the skull of a pony on his head…

_{FOOTNOTE: R.A.S.C.A.L.S. stats added -}

5+ Robustness4+ Awareness5+ Stamina1+ Charisma2+ Acumen3+ Litheness1+ Success

_{Quest Begun - Deadwood}

Author's Notes:

Want to discuss the story? Follow me to the Scoundrel’s Settlement on Discord...

Song for this chapter; Fallout Theme by Inon Zur (I recommend the London Music Works version

Okay.
I am looking for advice on how to better write and edit this.

This is the opener.

... Don't worry. I mean, there's a LOT more to come.
Next bit gets a little blue...

Thanks.

Bye bye.
All good things,
Dusk