The Equestrian Wasteland is an unforgiving place. Always taking, destroying, and tarnishing everything a pony holds dear till there is nothing left but despair, madness, and death. Such has been the law of the world since the balefire bombs fell and wiped out countless lives. And such has never been more true, than to those that dare try to change it. The Equestrian Wasteland destroys heroes. Taking, till there is nothing left but a husk filled with madness, and rage. And yet... What of those that never asked to be heroes? What of those that have already lost everything dear to them? Can a pony already straddling the line between decency and madness be forced into such a role? Set in the Fallout Equestria universe, this little story takes place years before the exploits of Little Pip and follows the unwanted exploits of a Steel Ranger named Butter Biscuit... Who the hay names their foal that? Anyways, with the single goal of being out to seek revenge, he travels across the Equestrian Wasteland on the trail of those responsible. Unlucky for him though, even the path towards revenge can be filled with good intentions. - - - - - - - - This here is an attempt of mine to see if I can write something that can, in no way, come close to what the talented Kkat wrote. This story is based off of a roleplay of mine that unfortunately never got to stretch its wings completely. Some changes, well, technically a lot of changes, have been implemented to what I had originally thought up. However, good news about that, I already have an idea for like the first quarter or less of this story. So there really shouldn't be to many lapses in chapter output early on.