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It is precisely one-hundred-and-forty years after the bombs fell.
Imagine yourself in a prison cell. The cell is small, twelve feet on a side and made of scratchy concrete. There is no bed, no windows, and no heating. The only thing you have to keep yourself warm is a thin blanket. At some point in the day, guards in faceless armor bring food to your cell. At another, they take you out to relieve yourself. The only visitors you have are an old childhood friend who has moved on and found better pursuits and the Deputy, a warmonger with a taste for blood. Imagine you are in here for a month, and at the end of the week, you're to be taken out one last time and shot.
However, between now and then, an odd stallion comes by. You don't know why he's here- he's just a tall statue, standing with glinting brassy eyes and crooked yellow teeth. The Sheriff is beside him, though they're speaking in a language you barely recognize. Right up until the brass-eyed stallion tells the Sheriff "I'll take him off your hooves."
Before you know it, you're alone with the odd stallion. He tells you he needs a thief, somepony no one would look at and say "hey, I know this one!" Someone... clandestine, someone he can deny he had involvement with and get away Scott-free. Says you'll be operating somewhat independently to acquire a piece of advanced technology from an old casino that he needs. Says that he can pull strings and get you a better lot in life if you do what he says. And he says you're going up against The Dog...
Considering your situation right now as a prisoner in the last days of his life, you're willing to accept. The day after, you're in the back of a vehicle that flew through the sky, traveling to a place a far ways away from even the furthest you've traveled, and unloaded in the largest city you've ever seen.
And about to be on the ride of your life.
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