My name is Frosty Winds. I was just your typical, rank-and-file Enclave scout. I had an ordinary life, living in contentment among my loving family and good friends. Things were good. At least, I\'m pretty sure that was the case; I honestly can\'t say for certain anymore. One moment, I was being recruited to take part in a routine Wasteland scouting mission, and the next moment I wake up as a prisoner of the Steel Rangers. On the bright side, I’m not missing much. Just all of my memories. And my left foreleg. Nothing important, really. Pile on a disease I’m not vaccinated against and being a few clouds short of a weather system probably doesn’t make any of this much better. As if that wasn\'t enough, apparently I made a deal before I lost my memories. If I don\'t complete my task I agreed to within a month, I\'ll die. Of course, it would be helpful if I could remember what the agreement was. So here I am, floundering aimlessly about the Equestrian Wasteland. I have absolutely no idea what happened, what I should do, or how to uncover the secrets that lie within my stolen memories. Help. I need an adult.