The Last Day... That's what the inhabitants of the Equestrian Wasteland call the holocaust. The end of civilization. The virtual end of all life in a land known for it until the very end. Many know the of the ruins of Fillydelphia and the rein of Red Eye, the cursed Pink Cloud that blankets what was called Canterlot, and the fabled pegasi civilization that closed the sky just before the world's ultimate end. Unfortunately, wastelanders, in hushed legends, talk of the city of Trottingham. A city rumored to be so isolated and desolate, the blanket of ash that settled on this land was never disturbed. A unpicked city free from raiders, slavers, and...war. But, as the Wasteland has taught many of its denizens, any place free of war cannot be true... ...right?