Welcome to the first annual FO:E CYOA!
I'm you writer, MrCakeandRice.
If you have never seen Fallout Equestria, google it.
Any ways onto the story
>"your gonna go far kid."
>The voice of your father does little to calm you down
>He sighs, and looks to the ponies gathered around us
>They smell like burnt hair dipped in cat piss
>He starts to speak again, but is cut off by a raider with a Zebra Officers sword
>Like, his neck is sliced open
>He slumps, but throws a bundle wrapped in white cloth at you
>Like something out of a bad movie, the raiders take small steps twoard you, slowly gaining closer
What do you do?
>Thinking to yourself, you go over you current supplies.
>Two 9mm clips with 7 rounds each
>And opening the white sack reveals three frag grenades, and a cryo grenade
>Alas, you cannot fly or teleport for you are an earth pony
>The raiders are ten seconds from closing their circle around you
>You charge forward into the
>You drop a grenade behinds you and pulling out the gun, you continue the sprint
>An icy wind blows over you, and the enraged yelling of the raiders stop
>You turn around to find that the cryo grenade had frozen
>Calmly trottingg down the road you stop in a gas station and examin yourself in the mirror
OC creation goes here. You guys decide
>You brown mane and tail dance in the wind the broken windows failed to stop
>You look at a small scar on your fetlock, the only thing to stop your yellow fur from growing
>An elderly mare causes the gun in your mouth to go off, further cracking the mirror
>The mare goes on oblivious to the gunshot
>"My name's Sunny Oaks, but my freinds call me Oaks!"
>Your still stunned from the gun, but you stammer out your name
>"My names Orange."
>"Would you like to look at my trades stuff?" Yells Oaks in that way elderly ponies do
>You shake your head no, "Sorry Oaks-"
>suddenly she lets out a screech that would make any hellhound to hide
>"I said only my freinds calls me Oaks! Not you!"
>Feelin uncomfortable, you shuffle on your hooves
>You inch closer to the mare
>she opens a box containing nothing but tin cans
>"These are the top of the line!"
>She sprints across the store and opens another box
>This box had more tin cans, but they were covering something
>you brush some of the cans aside and take a look at the beautiful gun that is in front of you
>the grip, which was wooden, has a emblem of three blue diamonds, and the barrel has the words 'Show Stopper' lasered on to it
>"How much for this?" You ask quietly
>the old mare snorts
>"What that metal stick? I'll give it to you for a cap."
>Does she not have good eyesight or something?
>"If you don't have caps, just put some ammo in a can. I'll find it."
>You lay some rounds in a can and the mare smiles before turning away.
>You pick the can up and take your ammo back before she noticed
>"Nice doing buisness honey!"
Could some friendly anon save this work? I'll need it for future a COYA