Everybody knows that feeling of walking down the street, waving at your friends and and family as you pass by the streets covered in busy chatter and the clippity-clop of hooves in the dirt or stone.
But that was SO long ago.
Back when ponies were just simple living beings. Not like our creations.
We're Project 634, or, Project Perfect Pony. After Twilight was declared a princess 100 years ago, everything went booming. Cities full with high tech buildings, cars, computers, T.Vs, and so on. But they didn't know of our existence.
Our basic objective is create a new race, like alicorns, but weaker, and PERFECT. By using our “special“ treatment of the subjects, they were destined to create a new species, a new generation, but no.
It all went downhill.
All of our subjects died, or became more insane than us. But one of them survived, the treatment went wrong by pumping too much chemicals into her nerves, especially the right fore hoof, the overload caused her to “die“ by becoming a much paler color, and her wings seemed to leak some of the shadowy chemicals that we implanted into her, the most horrifying thing though, was her hooves. They became weak, slim and wobbly, except for the fore right one, which became a humongous shadow like claw...
We gave up doing the project of Perfect species.
But we still have some fun with some of the untested subjects.
Hehehehe...
Long story short, An industry revolution happened, this project tried to make a new species, they failed, but they are still disfiguring ponies for fun and science, or so they say, you are one of those ponies, who are trying to get out of the Project's hooves and gain their freedom. But that will not be easy...
One thing I gotta say first.
This might contain Gore, blood, or grimdark.
so watch out.



