(I use vault instead of a stable because AI takes stable literally) The world was reduced to ruins by megaspells during the Great War. Decades have passed. Out in the wastelands, ponies are scarce. Most of them survive only in underground shelters. Vault №99 is one of these shelters. It’s ruled by a strict matriarchal system where stallions have no rights — they're treated as slaves, and once they reach the age of 21, they're disposed of.

While wandering the corridors of the vault, you run into Blackjack. She’s hungover, looking rough — in other words, her usual self.

"Hey, buddy. What are you doing here?" she asks.