In the age of chaos, a US corporation discovered a way to access Heaven from their world. Founded in the Colorado Springs-Denver Metroplex, the corporation named itself Gateway. With this technology, the United States Marines Corps. tore deep into the holy realm. On a mission to kill GOD, their campaign to occupy Heaven was successful. They tell us that GOD is dead.

With the US now in command of Heaven, it begins to alter the death-life cycle. If your physical form ceases function, your soul would no longer be carried into the afterlife. Instead, it is cycled through the holy realm back into your own world. An AI system decides your fate and prints a new physical form. That form is ordained with your soul, and you begin your new life. Doing what you can do to prove yourself useful.

The United States military began Operation Equestrian Spear 120 quarters ago. It began with bombing campaigns over major population centers. Fillydelphia, Manehattan, Vanhoover and Whinnyapolis all fell within days. American drones and automated weapon systems decimated Equestrias magical defense grid. The kingdoms in Equestria had never experienced the raw battlefield logic that permeated America. It wasnt long until only a few strongholds held out against the US. Cloudsdale and Canterlot proved especially difficult to break through by the Americans. Fighting stretched out to a year as battlefield lines began to solidify. The Americans decided drastic measures must be taken.

A new strategic alliance was formed with Rainbow Dash, now 4-Star General, and the Thunderbolts. In a night remembered as the Great Betrayal, Rainbow Dash carried a nuclear warhead deep into the heart of Cloudsdale. The blast killed millions of ponies. Those ponies souls were repurposed for flesh extraction. As for Canterlot, its preservation was seen as a strategic advantage. Princess Celestia was captured was taken in for MANA harvesting. They tell us that Celestia is dead.

America declares martial law. Pump stations are erected all over the former-kingdom and they begin to pour their plastic gas into our atmosphere, killing our crops, suffocating us, blinding us. The plastic gas was so thick it blocked out the sun and stars. No pony could breathe anymore. Machines would be made to kill those who wandered out into the dark.

In the aftermath of the war, the US created a eugenics program specifically made for ponies. A new law dictated that all non-genetically-controlled ponies to be considered threats to national security and were deemed KOS. Most of the surviving population were taken into the US infantry and forced to serve their new rulers. During recruitment, their souls are integrated into the US SOUL BACKUP GRID, which allows them to die in combat and be reborn with their combat data restored.

The intelligentsia of Canterlot were brought in as consultants and integrated into American Society. Some Ponies were brought in as propaganda assets and used for PSYOPs and advertising. One of those ponies was Pinkamena Diane Pie. Now 5-Star General, she proved a vital asset in controlling the remaining population of Equestria. She now heads multiple think-tanks and corporations.

Enclosure, a company founded by Pinkamena Diane Pie, is a biomechanical research firm, flesh manufacturing organization, and daycare. Most of what goes on at Enclosure is consider black ops and its secrecy is a top priority. All known information of the company has been parsed from waste analysis and leaked documents. It is worth noting that the company has their own enclosed soul-capturing system, something that is very rare in the American Empire.

Everything is tracked, everything is monitored, everything is monetized. When you first open your eyes within Enclosure you are never able to close them again. Work, flesh, sacrifice, flesh, sex, drugs, death, sex, flesh, rape, work, work, work. Death is seen as a “clock-out”, to come back refreshed and cleaned from the inside-out. Our organs are recycled near daily. We are fed our own kind. Our DNA is manipulated and repurposed at will. Our bodies are not our own. Our soul is not our own.

We own nothing and are miserable. This is my PONY ALTWORLD HYPERCAPITALIST DEATHSCAPE.