A Fallout Equestria fanfic. 23 years after the Last Day, Flag, Chief of Stable 68 Security, emerges into the Wasteland to find he was born a pawn in a looming interstellar war. Security saves ponies. Time to save the world from its demi-god...
A tale of Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance, as a mare struggles against the Equestrian Wasteland on a quest for revenge against the mare who stole her life. Though that may not be the one she thinks.
The Wastelands! Where everyone is his special kind of crazy. I can, however, claim that I'm special! Nightmare freaking Moon wants me to be her new host. Umm... fun stuff...
Equestria has fallen, and the pieces are still being recovered. A mare wanders alone, cold and embittered. Perhaps she'll find friendship, even in these dark times... if such a thing is even possible.
Rough Sketch, Enclave strong, has always been a proud patriot. However, when a trip into the wasteland leaves him stranded in the world of dirt dwellers, he begins to see things differently.
Some said cockroaches would survive a nuclear apocalypse, but now we know not without some changes. But, we are forced to ask, what happens to a changeling?
War. War never changes neither does greed. The once beautiful land of Equestria is now a Wasteland because of these things. But it is said a being of purity will save us all from the bitterness of ourselves. A Light will save us from ourselves.
A single Changeling has awoken to a Wasteland full of horrors. Now, unprepared and unaided except for an unknown voice in his head, he must survive the Wasteland and find love in a land filled with hate.
Fifty years after the events of Fallout Equestria, the Wasteland is beginning to heal, but the darkness that has tainted the hearts of ponies is slow to lift. Just ask Sandy Tops, a unicorn prostitute on a small island called Sunny Days.