What would you do if you were in the fallout equestria universe?

I had a interesting discussion in the setting discussion, but it was enough to be it's own thread on it's own.

Basically if you found yourself in the fallout equestria universe what would you do?









Going off what I said in the other thread, I would use basic war economy dynamics and work towards creating a private security company not allied with any side that also sells/buys/fixes/makes guns and bullets, as well as trade other stuff. Imagine Talon Company from FoE+Gun Runners from New Vegas+Megamart on a trade port that would hire out raiders and such to do defense jobs and such. Then when the company was big enough incite a war between Unity vs Red Eye vs Enclave. As the war heated up I would hire more and more raiders to fight on all sides. Eventually all sides would run out of ways to pay, be it caps, scraps, or valuables, and would either be forced into a armistice or surrender.

Basically my idea would be establish "Guns, Bargains and Contractors" -> Hire a ton of raiders to do the contracts -> Incite a Unity vs Red Eye vs Enclave war -> Hire more and more raiders to work -> They all run out of ways to pay and/or not enough of their own soldiers left -> forced to end war

Serious question is this me in FoE the me me? The one with two arms, two legs and thumbs? Or is this some pony version.

Cptadder wrote:Serious question is this me in FoE the me me? The one with two arms, two legs and thumbs? Or is this some pony version.

Pony version, cause a hairless two footed thing would probably scare everyone to death and you'd probably get shot off the bat.

Once everyone doesn't have enough money anymore to pay for your services,

how do you intend to pay all those raiders with guns who eagerly wait for their paycheck ?...

You forgot the part where you inject them with nanomachines that are capable of controlling thier physilogical responses. You know supress their ability to be angry, sad, happy, allowing cold logic. and then tying in an Id lock system so that when they try to use your guns against you, their ability to pull the trigger is gone, and those who are professionals and not raider(really why hire raiders?) would still get their pay and ya wipe out the raiders thereby ensuring your organization is a predominant power in the equestrian wastes.

honestly tho, its the facilities that would be most difficult because you have to secure a centralized position, then establish the weapons making as well as have the finances in place for your initial mercenary contracts and establish a reputation which would make others want to hire your company over the talons. As far as your initial weapons you would have to basically buy from other arms dealers and entice their gunsmiths from them. essentially raiding Irnshod Firearms or setting up there would be a primo location for having all your manufacturing equipment. after that, you need supply and would have to establish a rapport with prospectors and then again you have to be able to pay them. IOUs probably don't hold up in the wastes at all. Thats where your contracts come in, I suppose starting out with caravan escort duties would establish a reputation of professionalism. Rideing all sides of a fence is a difficult task. you'd probably have to entice your clients with false hires and actually attemt to improve weaponry. Perhaps using the Nanomachines or id lock systems so that the merchs remain calm even in the most dire of circumstances. then again introducing the ID lock will prevent opponents from being able to use fallen weapons systems. which keeps control of the battlefields weapons assets aside from ammunition.

wait this was metal gear

Harmony Ltd. wrote:Once everyone doesn't have enough money anymore to pay for your services, how do you intend to pay all those raiders with guns who eagerly wait for their paycheck ?...

War starts -> Raiders get hired en masse -> Raiders are primary war force -> Most of them die from fighting -> One of the faction pulls out of deal due to no longer being able to pay -> Drop prices -> War re-escalates -> Raise prices -> Faction facing financial and resource trouble has to surrender after increase in soldiers on other side due to price drop -> Drop prices again -> War re-escalates -> Raise prices -> Two remaining factions fight down to the tooth and nail -> War cooling down to both sides being extremely low on resources -> Drop prices -> War re-escalates -> War ends with one of the two sides surrendering to the other due to being in ruin -> Whoever wins would be so low on soldiers and finances that they would be a shadow of their former power -> Drop prices -> Someone else would pay to have the remaining forces destroyed

By then I would have gone through so many raiders that seeing a actual raider in the wasteland would be like a game of "Where's Waldo?".

Admiral Stoic Rum wrote:really why hire raiders?

Cause getting raiders to fight to the death would be a plus-plus. The factions pay to have them fight until they exhaust all their resources and have to surrender, raiders almost all get wiped out in the end.

So let me get this straight...

Your whole plan hinge on repeatedly double-crossing people in an obviously predictable way for anyone with the faintest bit of foresight... people who have far more experience than yourself at intrigues : Red Eye, who rose to power through similar maneuvers, already play the same game against Stern, and has spies in the entire wasteland ; the Goddess, who has literally the benefit of thousands of linked minds and pairs of ears and eyes dispersed throughout the Wasteland ; and the Enclave, which only hold together because of the cunning of the High Command at politically maneuvering its people...


Yup. Flawless.

Harmony Ltd. wrote:So let me get this straight...

Your whole plan hinge on repeatedly double-crossing people in an obviously predictable way for anyone with the faintest bit of foresight... people who have far more experience than yourself at intrigues : Red Eye, who rose to power through similar maneuvers, already play the same game against Stern, and has spies in the entire wasteland ; the Goddess, who has literally the benefit of thousands of linked minds and pairs of ears and eyes dispersed throughout the Wasteland ; and the Enclave, which only hold together because of the cunning of the High Command at politically maneuvering its people...


Yeah, I don't see anyway this plan could fail...

Easy, remove my memories and everyone involved in the double cross of the double cross and break the memory orbs. Can't interrogate or extract a memory of someone if they legitimately think the other factions hired them to kill you. Kind of like how littlepip removed her memory of her plan to assassinate the goddess, except with all three factions. The Goddess could interrogate everyone that works for me and for all intents and purposes all the evidence would point towards that Red Eye did actually hire to assassinate her. No one would have a clue the orders were fake. The Enclave could even hold a hearing on me and they would have zero proof.

The only ponies that would need to be involved would be me, the 3 assassins, the pony who removes our memories of the briefing that it's a fake mission and smashes the memory orbs, and the pony who removes that pony's memories and smashes the memory orb. Kind of hard to prove it was a double cross when the only pony that knows anything only knows he performed a memory removal of another unicorn whom he's never seen. The only evidence would be five ponies who have no memories of ever seeing each other in their life, and a unicorn who only knows he performed a memory removal on another pony he's never seen before.

God damn it. I don't know which thread it was on the /mlp/ FOE threads I replied to what is in essence, the exact same question.
I'll try find my response.

Eh, Cb, where would you get the power base to actually start all that? The talent, tools, and willing pawns would not be easy to assemble.
By that point, all the other factions would have eyes on yours and probably attempt to take over, or otherwise demolish the small empire it would take.
I don't think controlling the price of new arms would create such effects, in universe, many use shoddy or makeshift weapons, and/or are so unsociable that they'd shoot first before buying any. Mainly, raiders fall into that category.
It also assumes that your company would be the only way to get arms, it appears. The Enclave and Fillydelphia in particular have their own manufacturing.

If I don't die in short order, I'd probably just try to find a nice community, and try to survive.

Harmony Ltd. wrote:If I don't die in short order, I'd probably just try to find a nice community, and try to survive.

I hear friendship city is good if you're a pegasus.

If I get to keep my knowledge of FoE,

I'll steer the fuck out Friendship City's way.

The place is going to get bombed to hell by the Enclave.

If anything, I'd try to head to Shattered Hoof / Junction R-7 once the place got cleared of raiders and fell under control of Gawdyna's Talons.

Or just try to disappear in the wilderness, in some nameless community far away from the frontlines of the war to come.

But anyway, it's true that my choice of "what would you be if you were a pony" has always been pegasus. Though this would put me at a great disadvantage in the Wasteland.

You know, considering they are kind of universally villified on the surface (at least until a certain point in my headcanon, but that's not the subject here).

One more incentive to either go with the big dogs (Gawdyna and the future NCR) or at the contrary to try to fade into the wilderness.

Managed to find it thanks to the archive search feature.

Kippershy wrote:I'd become a town guard, learn my way around a rifle. One day bandits would come and I would fight them off valiantly, but many of our own would die. I'd grow cold and bitter over the days after the event, slowly succumbing to rage and lust for revenge.
Leaving my post as a town guard, I would use all of my caps outfitting myself and finding outwhere the bandits came from before sneaking up to their base in the
dead of night.

Chances are I would die in the assault, especially if no-one else comes with me. If I didn't die however, I would wait until the very last one is left alive before swapping from my rifle to pistol.
I'd disarm them with a disabling shot before strolling up to them and beginning to torture the fucker.
When they ask for mercy... I would begin a monologue.

"Mercy... you're after mercy? Mercy after you wiped out my town and took the lives of many innocents? Mercy after destroying peaceful lives for your own sick short term benefit? I'll give the wasteland mercy from your crimes, I'll give your body mercy from the pain, but I won't have mercy on your soul."

At this point, I will execute them with a bullet to the head before somepony puts their hoof on my shoulder and I stare down at the ground as I begin to question if it was at all worth it.
Initially I'd have my doubts perhaps, because I know that one group won't change the wasteland and there'll still be the chance of it happening because
others... but yeah, it'll have been worth it.
...It'll have been worth it.

Kippershy wrote:Managed to find it thanks to the archive search feature.

Kippershy wrote:I'd become a town guard, learn my way around a rifle. One day bandits would come and I would fight them off valiantly, but many of our own would die. I'd grow cold and bitter over the days after the event, slowly succumbing to rage and lust for revenge.
Leaving my post as a town guard, I would use all of my caps outfitting myself and finding outwhere the bandits came from before sneaking up to their base in the
dead of night.

Chances are I would die in the assault, especially if no-one else comes with me. If I didn't die however, I would wait until the very last one is left alive before swapping from my rifle to pistol.
I'd disarm them with a disabling shot before strolling up to them and beginning to torture the fucker.
When they ask for mercy... I would begin a monologue.

"Mercy... you're after mercy? Mercy after you wiped out my town and took the lives of many innocents? Mercy after destroying peaceful lives for your own sick short term benefit? I'll give the wasteland mercy from your crimes, I'll give your body mercy from the pain, but I won't have mercy on your soul."

At this point, I will execute them with a bullet to the head before somepony puts their hoof on my shoulder and I stare down at the ground as I begin to question if it was at all worth it.
Initially I'd have my doubts perhaps, because I know that one group won't change the wasteland and there'll still be the chance of it happening because
others... but yeah, it'll have been worth it.
...It'll have been worth it.

No you did not write what you did you wrote crimson wings' story. Even threw in his dialogue... we all know you would pull a brimstone on it and full on assault.

me, I'd die. The coping skill of learning a new body and then having to survive in an uncivilized wastes would not be something I would be capable of not simultaneously. I'd rather be a Unicorn, but end up an earth pony as it would happen.working with hooves well, I'd be stuck. nope, I'm doomed. because the scenario I am working on here is dropped in the wastes in a new body.

Admiral Stoic Rum wrote:

Kippershy wrote:Managed to find it thanks to the archive search feature.

Kippershy wrote:I'd become a town guard, learn my way around a rifle. One day bandits would come and I would fight them off valiantly, but many of our own would die. I'd grow cold and bitter over the days after the event, slowly succumbing to rage and lust for revenge.
Leaving my post as a town guard, I would use all of my caps outfitting myself and finding outwhere the bandits came from before sneaking up to their base in the
dead of night.

Chances are I would die in the assault, especially if no-one else comes with me. If I didn't die however, I would wait until the very last one is left alive before swapping from my rifle to pistol.
I'd disarm them with a disabling shot before strolling up to them and beginning to torture the fucker.
When they ask for mercy... I would begin a monologue.

"Mercy... you're after mercy? Mercy after you wiped out my town and took the lives of many innocents? Mercy after destroying peaceful lives for your own sick short term benefit? I'll give the wasteland mercy from your crimes, I'll give your body mercy from the pain, but I won't have mercy on your soul."

At this point, I will execute them with a bullet to the head before somepony puts their hoof on my shoulder and I stare down at the ground as I begin to question if it was at all worth it.
Initially I'd have my doubts perhaps, because I know that one group won't change the wasteland and there'll still be the chance of it happening because
others... but yeah, it'll have been worth it.
...It'll have been worth it.

No you did not write what you did you wrote crimson wings' story. Even threw in his dialogue... we all know you would pull a brimstone on it and full on assault.

me, I'd die. The coping skill of learning a new body and then having to survive in an uncivilized wastes would not be something I would be capable of not simultaneously. I'd rather be a Unicorn, but end up an earth pony as it would happen.working with hooves well, I'd be stuck. nope, I'm doomed. because the scenario I am working on here is dropped in the wastes in a new body.

Yeah, I did indeed basically pull what I wrote for Crimson and use it on my own one. hahahah
Do you mean I would be Crimson or am I completely not getting what you're trying to say here? Sorry, I just can't make proper sense of it for some reason.
As for the Brimstone comment, I never got into MN7. I tried, god did I try but I have so many reasons why that it's not even worth trying to get into again, not for the third time.
So I suppose from what I do know, you mean I'd just charge in and destroy the whole settlement or something?

Kippershy wrote:

Admiral Stoic Rum wrote:

Kippershy wrote:Managed to find it thanks to the archive search feature.

Kippershy wrote:I'd become a town guard, learn my way around a rifle. One day bandits would come and I would fight them off valiantly, but many of our own would die. I'd grow cold and bitter over the days after the event, slowly succumbing to rage and lust for revenge.
Leaving my post as a town guard, I would use all of my caps outfitting myself and finding outwhere the bandits came from before sneaking up to their base in the
dead of night.

Chances are I would die in the assault, especially if no-one else comes with me. If I didn't die however, I would wait until the very last one is left alive before swapping from my rifle to pistol.
I'd disarm them with a disabling shot before strolling up to them and beginning to torture the fucker.
When they ask for mercy... I would begin a monologue.

"Mercy... you're after mercy? Mercy after you wiped out my town and took the lives of many innocents? Mercy after destroying peaceful lives for your own sick short term benefit? I'll give the wasteland mercy from your crimes, I'll give your body mercy from the pain, but I won't have mercy on your soul."

At this point, I will execute them with a bullet to the head before somepony puts their hoof on my shoulder and I stare down at the ground as I begin to question if it was at all worth it.
Initially I'd have my doubts perhaps, because I know that one group won't change the wasteland and there'll still be the chance of it happening because
others... but yeah, it'll have been worth it.
...It'll have been worth it.

No you did not write what you did you wrote crimson wings' story. Even threw in his dialogue... we all know you would pull a brimstone on it and full on assault.

me, I'd die. The coping skill of learning a new body and then having to survive in an uncivilized wastes would not be something I would be capable of not simultaneously. I'd rather be a Unicorn, but end up an earth pony as it would happen.working with hooves well, I'd be stuck. nope, I'm doomed. because the scenario I am working on here is dropped in the wastes in a new body.

Yeah, I did indeed basically pull what I wrote for Crimson and use it on my own one. hahahah
Do you mean I would be Crimson or am I completely not getting what you're trying to say here? Sorry, I just can't make proper sense of it for some reason.
As for the Brimstone comment, I never got into MN7. I tried, god did I try but I have so many reasons why that it's not even worth trying to get into again, not for the third time.
So I suppose from what I do know, you mean I'd just charge in and destroy the whole settlement or something?

basically if you've watched venture brothers, you'd brock sampson it... so yes, odds are you'd tear the place apart, thing is, ponies would follow you...

Not seen that either. Hah, I suck for these things.
Though I understand the meaning of it that time so yeah. Thanks xD

I'd be a unicorn mercenary who travels around doing odd jobs, seeing what I can of the world as I survive. It'd be safer to settle down somewhere and work some dull job, but my sanity would be at risk. Can't have that.

Honestly, for me it depends on what I was 'born' into/as. It would vary greatly depending on if I came into the world as a pegasus in the Enclave, a random wasteland pony, a slave, a zebra, etc. It also depends on if I kept all the knowledge of the Wasteland and what is/will/did happen in it based on the timeframe that I was dropped into (hopefully not, that would be really lame); or if I was given a full set of new memories and experiences to go along with the new life as someone in FoE.

 And even with all of that, it also depends on which stories would be true in the wasteland I got dropped into, as well as which rendition of it is actually occurring (some authors present it as much more miserable and hopeless than others do, so that would be a big factor).

I'm gonna go with the "don't keep any outside knowledge of the FoE universe" thing, because I think that would provide a more realistic representation of what I'd do. Also, gonna shoot for the average 'suckiness' level of the wasteland.
Ideally:
 Overall, I doubt I would do anything special or hugely meaningful at all. I'd probably just go with the flow of whatever I got put into and see what happened. I don't doubt that I would do a lot of killing; not like raider style where I kill for the sake of it or make the lives of others more miserable for my own benefit, but in a post-apocolyptic setting I've always believed that execution and punishment through death would be the only kind of justice that would actually work. So basically kill lots of Raiders and anyone who tried to mess with me or others I care for (assuming that I even kept my own set of experiences and knowledge and wasn't 'gifted' the life and memories of a raider or something).

 That doesn't mean I would travel around to do that sort of thing like many protagonists in the stories. I would like to just settle down in one town and try to live a normal 'wasteland life' to the best of my abilities rather than try to be a 'savior' or whatever.

 So yeah, basically I'd try to blend in.

'Born' as a slave:
 Fuck my life, but if I kept my current mindset I would be trying to escape really damn fast, and probably die, but while trying to take as many of the slavers with me as I could.

As a zebra:
 No change from the 'ideal' plan depending on if I'm dropped in as a member of the Remnant or not. If I am Remnant, yippie I get to continue just doing what I'm told.

Enclave Pegasus:
 Oh yay, a soldier again, except I could fly. So, do what I'm told.

Alicorn (post-goddess hopefully)
 Try to integrate with society and stick to 'ideal' plan. Or become a hermit.


 Again, there are way too many variables for me to know for sure what I would do, so these are just what I would like to do, not necissarily what would happen.

Honestly, I'd probably, upon finding myself in a pony's body in a magical apocalyptic hellhole,

1.) give a cacophony of 'god fucking dammits' at my new body. A body that lacks hands (making using actual weapons with any sort of efficiency extremely difficult, mouth-gun bullshit or no) is small, colorful, with enormous eyes that there is actually not enough volume in the skull for, and a useless-ass tail.

2.) look around at my shitty brown surroundings, because everything is fucking brown in Fallout. I'd spend a good few days rubbing my giant eyes red trying to get some imaginary dirt film off, because that's the only way that literally everything could be brown

3.) Probably be found by a roving band of raiders, who attempt to capture and cannibalize me. Considering they're familiar with the extended middle fingers to evolution that they have for bodies and I am not, they succeed

4.) While they're waiting for the fire to build up to cookin' levels, I begin idly speaking of my life on another world, and of the scientific and mystical marvels I have seen in all my travels.

5.) Having thus gained their attention, I would begin weaving a web of lies and half-truths that would not only dissuade them from dining on my tasty meatses, but cause them to look to me as a source of sage advice and inspiration

6.) While I taught them of Spiritual and Scientific matters, they would teach me of the physical-- They have been fighting and shooting all their lives, with knowledge passed down through the generations. They're sure to be a good bit more skilled and tough than most stories give them credit for

7.) The time has come once more to do some actual raiding, as supplies are getting low. Using our combined knowledge, we go about the raid in a far more organized manner than usual--we set up an ambush for a caravan, and manage to take most of the ponies alive with minimal loss of life

8.) These ponies, too, I ensnare with my influence, convincing them to join my cause.

9.) lather, rinse, repeat, which leads to

10.) an army of sociopathic warriors who are ever-increasingly fanatically loyal to me. My minions retake a city, turning it into the capital of Las Frostelas, and the original raider band, who found me in the Wasteland, become the trusted generals and governors of my armies

11.) After a few years, at best, of this, Las Frostelas' armies fracture and shatter into a full-out civil war, leading to thousands of deaths and a mighty army scattered to the wind

12.) during the chaos, I slip away and head off to start a new life as a town guard or something, probably. My neighbors will dismiss my ramblings of being a cosmic-travelling ape-turned-pony former warlord as being the influence of the alcohol I'll be consuming far, far too much of

of course, (12) is dependent on my successful escape. It's just as likely that I'd be cornered and savagely deposed, Ghadaffi-style

I would start a bar/exotic dancing club and invent metal. Also I would be a unicorn, because playing with hooves is for chumps. I would also tell outrageous lies about my past to anyone who would listen.

If I get to keep my current memories, I would just try to find either Happyhorn or New Hope- depending on the timeframe- and link up with the FoE PH RP group to see what happens. If I got new memories, I'd probably just live my life wherever I was born at, keep my head down, and try to make life better for whoever I cared for.

I'd be a Unicorn canterlot ghoul trapped in Elite Riot Gear. Ran out of canterlot after 3 days later. Have no combat experience since I was just trying out the gear from a friend who owned the armor.

Learned how to snipe and adept in stealth by hiding from every kind of creature out to kill me, I have no knowledge that I'm a ghoul since I cant see my face, till a century later.

Works as an Old wold retriever, exchanging any old world material for the right value while sidelining as a bounty hunter.

Using a subway tunnel for shelter.... What keeps me sane might just be because I talk to the armor thinking its my friend.