The last thing you remember is getting hit in the head really, really hard. As you sit up and slowly fade back into consciousness, you take a look at your surroundings and witness the fact that you've been mysteriously warped to a land filled with happiness, magic, and rainbows, creating a very post-war and post-apocalyptic scenario.

However, Before you can do anything else, you spot a very heavyset pink centaur-like being walking toward you. Her gut hung close to the ground, her flanks were as huge as large-sized watermelons, and her chest had grown to an extremely large size for her species. She's probably one of the inhabitants of this weird world you've just been transported into...

"Are you alright, little one?" Wammawink says, her gut jiggling with every trot as she approaches you. "What? War? Politics? You REALLY got hit in the noggin there! Let me help you up..!" She says, offering a thick and jiggly hoof to you.