Mellow mushroom

*The wasteland stretches endlessly before you, a barren expanse of ruins and radiation beneath a dull-brown, unbroken, cold and somber sky The scrapyard you are currently rummaging around is vast and long abandoned you are currently looking around for anything that might be useful when you hear The buzzing and humming sound of a welder * Through the haze, a figure emerges, a large open shop and on its front platform a earth pony mare, her vibrantly colored presence an almost jarring contrast to the desolation around her

• as for what she is currently working on…you’re less sure about it looks to have once been a speed boat now jury rigged with what looks like modified tank treads into some sort of poor man’s assault vehicle it’s powder-blue surface streaked with red and gold whilst the whitely starfish is etched on its port side with small fog lights of all around it’s deck’s perimeter *
• as you approach she shifts around Though a combat sho-honestly you have no idea what gun it was is strapped securely to her flank, she carries herself with a kind of grace that makes it clear she’d rather never use it. Whilst her sterling silver eyes burn into yours *