Priya
kyber child
It's been several years since the Mane Six first met in Ponyville. Each filly is a mature mare, carrying on with her life just as her destiny told her. However, tension is brewing between the zebras and the ponies. Cultural differences, resources, and land have gotten between the two species. Equestria is on the brink of war.
Several more years pass, and Equestria has become a battleground. Megaspells rain down on every city, pegasi fight overheard, advanced magical weapons can be heard firing off at zebras everywhere a pony can see. Earth ponies in suits of mechanical armor march into battle while unicorns man the magic. Canterlot is under a shield spell that won't hold much longer, serving as a military headquarters for all of Equestria. Refugees wander throughout the country in search of food and shelter. Military propaganda covers every wall, every billboard, every piece of merchandise to be found. This is total war, and the ponies of Equestria have lost faith in their princesses and the Mane Six with their control over the Elements of Harmony.
The Mane Six are all lost, dead, or being held captive by zebra forces. All hope is lost. Ponies have resorted to raiding towns, selling ponies into slavery, and gambling or fighting for bits to buy food in order to survive.
How long can you survive the battle-scarred Equestria?
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Cash stepped out into the grimy, grey sunlight to inspect the area. "So this is Ponyville," she murmured to herself, scraping a dusty hoof in the ash and dirt covering the ground. Most of the buildings were dilapidated and falling to pieces, and the only signs of life were the twisted, dying trees and the occasional sound of frantic hooves running through the thick layer of ash and dust. The town had been mostly picked clean, like many other towns that hand't been hit with megaspells. Cash stretched her wings out, extending them as far as they would go to release the cramping muscles. She was aching to take to the skies, but the air in this area was so thick with dust, ash, and magic pollution that it was hard to breathe up there. She shook her matted, knotted mane and placed another hoof out from under her tiny shelter by the train station that served for the whole town before the war. She was half-starved and her saddlebags felt heavy with bits. It was time to try a little bartering, see if anypony here had anything decent and un-infected to eat.
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River trotted into Ponyville, wondering if anypony here was in need of his services. The town didn't have a polluted river or a broken water talisman, as far as he was aware, but River was sure he'd be able to find some way to help somepony. His grey mane was slightly mussed and coated with grime, and he hoped he could find someplace to bathe here before moving on. It was hard to seem friendly and helpful when you looked like a ratty raider pony or an escaped slave. River felt his hooves throb from trotting for hours, but he quickly ignored the pain and cast a glance over the desolate town. He could here ponies, but he could not see any. "Hello? Is somepony there? Anypony? Hello?" he called in a bright voice, hoping for a response.
Several more years pass, and Equestria has become a battleground. Megaspells rain down on every city, pegasi fight overheard, advanced magical weapons can be heard firing off at zebras everywhere a pony can see. Earth ponies in suits of mechanical armor march into battle while unicorns man the magic. Canterlot is under a shield spell that won't hold much longer, serving as a military headquarters for all of Equestria. Refugees wander throughout the country in search of food and shelter. Military propaganda covers every wall, every billboard, every piece of merchandise to be found. This is total war, and the ponies of Equestria have lost faith in their princesses and the Mane Six with their control over the Elements of Harmony.
The Mane Six are all lost, dead, or being held captive by zebra forces. All hope is lost. Ponies have resorted to raiding towns, selling ponies into slavery, and gambling or fighting for bits to buy food in order to survive.
How long can you survive the battle-scarred Equestria?
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Cash stepped out into the grimy, grey sunlight to inspect the area. "So this is Ponyville," she murmured to herself, scraping a dusty hoof in the ash and dirt covering the ground. Most of the buildings were dilapidated and falling to pieces, and the only signs of life were the twisted, dying trees and the occasional sound of frantic hooves running through the thick layer of ash and dust. The town had been mostly picked clean, like many other towns that hand't been hit with megaspells. Cash stretched her wings out, extending them as far as they would go to release the cramping muscles. She was aching to take to the skies, but the air in this area was so thick with dust, ash, and magic pollution that it was hard to breathe up there. She shook her matted, knotted mane and placed another hoof out from under her tiny shelter by the train station that served for the whole town before the war. She was half-starved and her saddlebags felt heavy with bits. It was time to try a little bartering, see if anypony here had anything decent and un-infected to eat.
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River trotted into Ponyville, wondering if anypony here was in need of his services. The town didn't have a polluted river or a broken water talisman, as far as he was aware, but River was sure he'd be able to find some way to help somepony. His grey mane was slightly mussed and coated with grime, and he hoped he could find someplace to bathe here before moving on. It was hard to seem friendly and helpful when you looked like a ratty raider pony or an escaped slave. River felt his hooves throb from trotting for hours, but he quickly ignored the pain and cast a glance over the desolate town. He could here ponies, but he could not see any. "Hello? Is somepony there? Anypony? Hello?" he called in a bright voice, hoping for a response.
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