Less than a century after the megaspells, the Equestrian Wasteland had entered a Renaissance. A couple decades later, they managed to screw it all up again. This time it wasn’t nukes that destroyed society. There was no war. They didn’t need one. It might be past the point of no return, but it’s by no means over. Witness the slow slide into decay. Witness the final years of post-post-apocalyptic peace. Will Oscar Charlie and his companions stop pecking at each other’s eyes for long enough to recognize what’s happening? Probably not. A story about a train wreck told from the perspective of four ponies squabbling over a graham cracker in the dining car.