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On 4chan’s /mlp/ a discussion thread began pertaining to firearms and other weaponry, and then mutated into greentext stories of ponies in post-apocalyptic settings. This is one of the more surreal images that resulted. My humblest and most profound thanks to Slamjam for drawing it.

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Background Pony #9982
@Background Pony #C240
 
There is indeed. As is the convention in /mlp/ it is second-person.
 
>two months since the magical Cataclysm that fused Earth and Equestria  
>you are Celestia, and you had a hoof in what happened  
>you still blame yourself  
>you’ve been riding with a crazy human loner who calls himself Anonymous  
>your senses allow you to perceive the shifting pathways through what everyone now calls the Madlands  
>you go out in a battered old diesel truck with spikes and coiled razorwire welded to its bumper  
>and collect food, medicine, and supplies for the slowly growing joint pony/human settlement of New Manehattan  
>the ponies accuse you of ending the world  
>some humans believe it  
>Anonymous protects you when mobs appear  
>it’s almost as if he cared about you, but clearly that’s impossible  
>you’re just a business partner for him  
>you go out days at a time to find warehouses or supermarkets to bring back supplies  
>the townspeople pay you in diesel and a hot meal and a hot bath, and then it’s back on the road  
>Anonymous goes where few others will dare  
>there are mutant biker gangs out there, and worse  
>Anon doesn’t appear to care much about his own personal safety  
>yours, yes. his own, not so much. you don’t understand why. he doesn’t talk about it.  
>this run, though, this run, he’s keyed up and on edge  
>he’s got a manic grin, by which you mean, more so than usual  
>you ask him what’s going on  
>“Treasure,” he says  
>and so you helped him break into the warehouse  
>and load the truck with crates marked “DRAGON DILDOS” for the journey back  
>“Trust me,” he says