On the month of October, 2077, the people of America were enjoying the days leading to Halloween, thinking of the great Holiday they would have that year.
Except, Halloween didn’t happen. War did.
On the 23rd morning of October, 2077, the world was plunged under oceans of boiling fallout, thousands of cities across the globe destroyed in seconds across a span of two hours. Fireballs incinerated everything they touched, burning as bright as the sun and burning shadows where people once stood.
The shockwaves crumbled buildings, pulled trees like weeds, sent anything not secure flying. Any electronic technologies were lost and burned to the electric magnetic pulses that erupted from the clouds of fire. Humanity had no chance of surviving, not without great underground bunkers, known as “Vaults”.
But those who reached the safety of the Vaults were not safe. Unknown to the former residents of the United States, the Vaults were never made to safe anyone. Not believing the world would end, the Vaults were instead equipped with technologies specifically for experiments on the subjects in the Vaults.
Over the course of a painful 200 years, the Vaults would open, one by one, either by choice or by outside force. Some Vaults never opened, the great Vault doors broken by nuclear blasts, or sealed shut forever by order of Vault-Tec, the company behind the bunkers.
Civilization would struggle to rise out of the ashes of the old world. With the world broken, people’s mind became broken and twisted, their bodies twisted and warped by an evolving virus, if not radiation and disease. Civilized men became savages, their skin peeling away bit by bit and their organs failing.
The world ended on October 23rd, 2077. But humanity survived, only to carry out the only thing they had known how to do since the beginning of their time:
And war… war never changes.
titsay
stormborns
theartofmadeline
kianamaiart
baratheonpilled
snowghoul
