In the year 3070, all life on the planet perished in the eternal inferno of the Mega-spells dropped on Equestria. In 200 years time a slate colored pony, now (Defender of the Wastes, War Queen), Lilpip emerged from her place of rearing with a goal i...
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As he ventured out he became aware he was being watched. Before he could react, seven red blips on his Pipbuck's Eyes-Foward Sparkle indicated there were adversaries ahead. He whispered telekinetically to Levvrone.
Whatdoyouthinkitmightbe?
Alicorns
Alicorns?
Alicorns
Just the name bothered him. An Alicorn. Sounded powerful. And dangerous. He resumed his attention on the landscape around him. Mostly all he could perceive was dusty air that smelled of iron and was incredibly difficult to breath. He checked Levvrone and found him breathing normally which was to be expected; nothing affected that fuzzball. It could eat razors and acids and survive it unscathed, needless to say it was well adapted to any and all environments. And an environment like this was something you definitely needed adapting to. Black fingers of long dead trees stuck out the ground like the last struggles of one drowning forever. The ground itself was cracked, splintered by the relentless gaze of a irradiated cloud covered sun. The harsh radiation itself was enough to make him scream. It felt as if his body, cell by cell, was dying a heat-blasted death and being eaten alive simultaneously. His staring at the ground resulted in him colliding head on with a post. He peered up.
The letters were blurred and flaking but still recognizable, but this did not stop somepony from ruining it further. The sign had been vandalized and now read as:
Poneless, Wastia Population: 0,000 The shittiesttowninallof thishell hole
"How rude", he murmured aloud.
He plodded on. ************************************
