Готовый перевод Fallout Equestria: The Inner Road / Fallout Equestria: The Inner Road: Аннотация

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Equestria herself was a rather big country. Extensive lands were included in her composition. Seemed, that this armada of lands would never be totally exterminated. Well, all ponies, who thought like that, expected unpleasant surprise

Conflict, that inflamed between Equestria and Zebraland, was turned from the war between nations into the war for extermination.

Final battle lasted for not much time. A monstrously powerful magic collapsed on cities and industrial centers of both countries, burning and polluting all around. A lot of ponies and zebras died in a short period of time.

Some ponies were lucky: they were able to hide in the Stables, which built exactly for the situations like Apocalypse, and designed, how they thought, to protect them against from not already native outside world.

Somepony were less luckily. Not having time, or non having a place in Stable, ponies who stayed on the surface tried somehow to save. Later, they either mutated, and turned into the deadlike things - ghouls, or died from the radiation. They began to envy ponies, who were fortunate being saved into the Stables, but more those ponies, who died at once.

Enormous territories of Equestria were silenced.

After a short time they started speaking again. And those conversations were not as same as all ponies could hear on the old music records. No. Wasteland started speaking in language of power, but not respect. Whole Equestria started speaking in language of power.

All Wastelands were similar to each other, but while they were independent. All ponies came to a common language themselves, despite the differences between lands where they lived.

And while, if you had changed one Wasteland, you would not have changed another. Enormous Equestria territories, which seemed property, quickly turned into curse of silence. Silence, where your words about native settlement mean nothing, when you went far away from your home.

Silence, where no one believes about incidents in Capital Wasteland.

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