War. War never changes. In the brimstone hell of balefire bombs and radiation, the once pure lands of Equestria suffered more than anypony can think of over the most simple of sins: Greed. Greed over land, resources and lives brought the beautiful landscape to a premature end. Stories from beyond the Great War were lost as time and circumstances destroyed books and holotapes and, in the blink of an eye, thousands of years of knowledge was lost. But it wasn't, as some has predicted, the end of the world, but just a new beginning. Over the decades after the End, scavengers put everything they had in line for just a bit of knowledge and some caps. Old tales were retold and, over the radio, songs from a better time overcame the harshness of the wasteland for a young buck that, with a guitar strapped on his back and a radio on his ear, roamed the earth to just survive, quite a feat in Equestrian Wasteland.