[i]“Of what does the existence of the stable dweller consist? Two words describe it entirely. Finiteness is one of those words. . . . The other is monotony.”[/i] No two words better encapsulate the life of Littlepip, Stable 2’s Pip-Buck repair technician. She understands the arguments to the necessity of such an existence. But in the recesses of her deepest thoughts, she despises it, though she’d never admit it to herself, for she can neither tell herself why she despises it nor what she desires more. When a strange encounter in the basement of the stable churns up her subconsciousness and stimulates her contrary notions, she reaches out for support, not knowing for whom to look for support nor whom she must avoid. Her only outlet is the stable’s radio frequency. However, the radio is merely sound. So far under the earth, it would only take the slightest tremor of the stable to mute it forever. [i]Blank Slate[/i] is based off the [i]Fallout: Equestria[/i] universe, but the former requires no knowledge of the latter to read. A [i]massive[/i] thank-you to [url=http://www.fimfiction.net/user/Golden+Tassel]Golden Tassel[/url], my faithful editor. This romance would be missing many of its critical elements if it weren’t for him. He's shown an amazing tolerance for putting up with my nonsense and eccentricity—not my eccentricity but my romanticism. There is indeed a difference. A thank-you to [url=http://www.fimfiction.net/user/Malicious%20Muse]Malicious Muse[/url], for his help with Chapter III.