Fallout: Equestria Resource

Not sure if this is the right place to post this but -

I've had a crazy idea, what if a Brony was magically transported to Equestria - but 200 years in the future (using Fallout Equestria as canon)[as far as I can tell this hasn't been done yet please correct me if it has]. The idea isn't very well developed but I've got a few things:

- the human has no knowledge of the Fallout:Equestria fanfiction (it did not exist in his universe) or the Fallout game series.
- the human still has a human body
- because all of his show knowledge is historical at this point, nopony will believe his story.
- The Brony is a Marine fighting in Afghanistan (so he has combat experience).
- Yeah, I know, it's essentially a self-insert [edit: I am not in the military], but I'll try to keep it from going Mary Sue.


Sample (rough, rough, ROUGH draft):

Note: this is not the very start of the story and it needs work.

"-and so I said, 'chicken nuggets? Are you crazy!?'" exclaimed Jackson

The other two marines in the humvee's back seat roared with laughter. I'd missed the setup so the joke didn't really work for me. I did crack a smile though. Heh. Oatmeal.

The first humvee in the convoy exploded. Or at least the front of it did. Supersonic metal fragments pinged off our windscreen.

"IED!" someone yelled.

In the movies, this is where everything would go into slow motion. Real life was not so forgiving. Everything happened nauseatingly fast. No time to think, only react. We skidded off the road in a cloud of dust. I threw myself out of the humvee, but, blinded by the dust cloud, I missed my footing and fell on my face. Tasting dirt I rose up into a crouch, I'd managed to keep ahold of my rifle. I could hear rounds being fired, rounds impacting sand and metal. AK-47's. At this distance my armour would hold, but that didn't mean shit unless I got hit directly in the chest.

Goddamit where were they! I scanned left. There up in the cliffs.

"Ten o'clock," I yelled "up high!"

"I got more at three o'clock!" called Jackson, "looks like they're dug in."

I fired my M4 ineffectually. I wondered why the fifty wasn't firing. I looked back and was met with a sight that upon reflection is horrifying, but at the time was just numbly accepted. No time for feelings. Most of our gunner's face had been blown out from a shot to the back of the head.

"We're too exposed," yelled the Lt. "Run for the cliffs, Pearson, you go first, now, COVERFIRE!"

That was me. As my teammates covered I sprinted forward for the first piece of cover I could find. I dove into a convenient alcove in the rocks.Something wasn't right. I looked more closely and my blood ran cold. There was a wire sticking out of the ground.

"Secondaries!" I yelled, diving as far as I could back out into the street.

The explosion followed me, focused by the rock walls throwing me like a ragdoll, shrapnel tearing into my left leg. I hit the ground. Hard.

-x-

I guess I must have passed out because when I came to, it was cold and dark. Really dark. Thick cloudcover blocked both moon and stars. Where the hell was everyone? I scrabbled in the dark and was relived when I felt the familiar shape of my rifle. I switched on the barrel mounted torch and the powerful beam cut through the darkness.

This couldn't be right. I looked around and saw nothing I recognized. The humvees, even the wreckage was gone! The cliffs were all wrong. Hell even the dirt was wrong, it was soft and fine, completely unlike the coarse, sandy grit that filled my boots.

They couldn't just have left me behind! I pulled out my radio and turned it on, cycling through the different military channels... nothing. That wasn't too surprising, the range on those things is only a few miles. I put out a few calls, but I wasn't going to hold my breath.

Luckily the shrapnel wound to my leg was not that serious. As I bandaged it however I noticed something bulky under my left sleeve. It was so comfortable that I hadn't noticed it up to this point. Rolling up my sleeve revealed some kind of wrist mounted computer. A small emblem read 'PipBuck 3000'. Weird name.

I was hesitant to press the 'on' button in case it turned out to be filled with explosives. You never know. Eventually my curiosity won out. After all, someone had gone to the trouble of putting it on me while I was unconscious. If they'd wanted to kill me they'd have done it already.

The monochrome display lit up amber and revealed a map. Wow, retro. I thought to myself. All the sudden my vision flashed and when it came back I could see a compass in the corner of my vision. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Some kind of retinal projection? Wow, I take back what I said about 'retro'.

There was a direction marked on the compass. A direction I should travel. I looked down at the map and... da fuck? It was navigating me to a place called 'Ponyville'. Since when do Afghans name their towns in English? Somebody was having a joke. That or this was some kind of coma dream, still couldn't rule that out, but I couldn't quite bring myself to believe that it was. This was real.

-x-



... if any one could be bothered to read that - what do you think... any ideas, is this worth pursuing?

This could be an interesting concept. But it'd also be difficult to do well.
I certainly wouldn't dare try it myself, but someone other than me might pull it off. And if they do, it could be really awesome.

Also, welcome to the forums! ^^

Thanks! - Yeah I know it's gonna be hard, but if I fail? eh? I'll get over it. I'm not exactly new to fanfiction writing, but I am new to MLP so yeah... I think I'm going to give it a go - I just have to figure out what he's going to do! all well and good to put him there but then I have to tell a story.

Anon3mous1 wrote:Thanks! - Yeah I know it's gonna be hard, but if I fail? eh? I'll get over it. I'm not exactly new to fanfiction writing, but I am new to MLP so yeah... I think I'm going to give it a go - I just have to figure out what he's going to do! all well and good to put him there but then I have to tell a story.

once you write it, I'll give it a read

It is interesting, but just tossing it out there, another thing you could do is have someone from the Fallout Universe get transported into the Fallout Equestria Universe.

Hmm, now that is an interesting idea...

I've been doing some more thinking about this and I think I need someone to, not beta exactly, but look over my story plan - obviously this will spoil all of the twists, but I think I need a second opinion...

- the human has no knowledge of the Fallout:Equestria fanfiction (it did not exist in his universe) or the Fallout game series.
- the human still has a human body
- because all of his show knowledge is historical at this point, nopony will believe his story.
- The Brony is a Marine fighting in Afghanistan (so he has combat experience).
- Yeah, I know, it's essentially a self-insert [edit: I am not in the military], but I'll try to keep it from going Mary Sue.

problems:
-Human world would mean the man would be dangerously genre savvy.
-Human body (aka anypony would treat him as an Equestiran horror and try to kill him)
-at this rate being combat ready from the getgo is actually a huge minus because of all the combat that would take place from afterforementioned reasons.

Well what I actually meant was that I had put together alot more of it here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lzb ... t?hl=en_US

(someone else has already advised me that human souls=metaspell matrices is highly contrived, so I'm fixing that part)

but that's good too

- what do you mean by 'genre savvy'?
- I'm aware everypony would try and kill him on sight, it's going to be a major plot point

if you open up chat we can probably talk more easily.

Anon3mous1 wrote:
- what do you mean by 'genre savvy'?

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/GenreSavvy
Genre savvy more or less means that the character knows the genre of the story they are in, even if they don't know they are in the story. For example, they can comment on meta without breaking character. I, for example, plan on having Gears (my own character) be genre savvy by having him say things like "Hm. If this was a story, doing this would mean certain death." and so on.
Dangerously Genre Savvy seem to be reserved for villains according to tvtropes, but I usually think of it as "when you start using genresavvyness as a weapon". Remember Captain Jack Sparrow? He's dangerously genre savvy.

And Pinkie is rather genresavvy too, while at it. At least that's the impression I get; I can't point out and example right now.