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Hello! I clearly am not that used to reading a story, but I figured it couldn't hurt to give it a shot. This is actually a story of my own creation, written as a simple test of how I can write atmosphere to see how effective it can be to the reader in the current setting.

It is designed to focus on the events following a nuclear holocaust and how the world came into this life-ending crash of destruction. Sometimes, I see this piece of work as a similar example as to what the world in real life has escalated into. 

*STORY DESCRIPTION*

The world is mean and bleak. All that remains is acres upon acres of scorched earth with unimaginable levels of insanity strewn across it. The world is dead, deader than dead. What was harmony is now disharmony, nothing but a pure void of living Tartarus.
A soul that reflects on what the Equestrian nation used to be has one last and final thought of the downfall of civilised society. Where he stood when there was no disaster looming over the governmental powers of Equestria.

Link to story on site l https://www.fimfiction.net/story/368741/its-name-is-death