What do you do if your life is nothing but an incarnation of hell? Do you give up? Do you end it all? Or do you escape? I thought escaping would lead me to a better life, one which I could be happier in. But the Wasteland can't allow that. It takes and takes, destroying everything you have, no matter how little you have left. It destroys all of it until nothing remains. My name is Shayle, and I'm a zebra born and raised in the Wasteland that was once called Equestria. I wanted to escape my hell, and apparently I went the wrong way, because I only went deeper.