It was like any other tension filled day. File papers, deal with stressed bosses, cover up corruption in the ministry you work in, hope we don't fall into total atomic annihilation, all that jazz. Well, our hopes were for nothing it seems. Perhaps the zebras had the aid of the stars in that aspect? I was returning home to my family when the sirens rung. Fat lot of good they did me. Not long after the sirens rung, I saw the megaspells streak through the sky. I was terrified. I tried to run to my home, but it was too late. A bomb hit a nearby city, and I was engulfed in green flame. My house gone, my wife dead. I had just proposed a few months ago, and we were expecting. It was horrible, as you would imagine. All your dreams and hopes crushed in a single instant. You know what's worse? Having all that happen, and living. Living and becoming a fucking abomination of equinekind!
Living through the horrors that is the wasteland, megaspells, taint. Watching your surviving friends slowly die, one by one, but being too afraid to join them. Being afraid of death. What makes it worse? Knowing that one day, inevitably, you'll lose your mind. Waking up every day only to find more flesh and hair missing. Deteriorating every day, but still being effectively immortal. Being healed by radiation, which is what caused your fucking curse in the first place!
Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't told you much about myself, have I? I was never one for introductions.
My name is Golden Fortune. Golden Fortune of the ministry of arcane sciences. You can call me Gold. I'm a unicorn, still have my horn, so I suppose some luck is still on my side. Born with a horn, die with a horn. Not many ghouls have that privilege.
Now, what was my roll in my ministry, exactly? Well, I had an important part. Sure, I did paperwork, and had to cover for the higher ups, but so did everypony else. But I lead a project. Project Changeling. The name is rather self explanatory. We tried to figure out how to utilize changelings natural abilities and transfer them into gems and such. We even went as far as project chimera did on a few experiments. Even going as far as combining dna. Now, changelings are complicated as fuck. Everything failed. Ponies and changelings experimented on were more monster than anything. No griffins survived any experiments either . Good thing for them. They didn't have to endure the same agony as the others...
It was for the greater good, but it was forced to end before it could do any good, leaving only the terrible things that had happened.
