War. War Never Changes.
The Apocalypse came as many had predicted. Though mankind would boast an understanding of reason, logic and an intellect far superior to that of any other creature, he was ultimately to prove himself no different from the very same beasts with which he shared his planet. Though the work of scientists brought much understanding about the world in which he found himself, and how to use this knowledge to improve the luxuries and indulgences of life, man never learnt to control the most dangerous threat of all- himself.
So it was that in the year 2077, Humanity would pay the ultimate price for his ignorance. Across the planet, wave after wave of nuclear warheads were unleashed in a convulsive bout of systematic destruction. The World, as it was known, was lost forever. Those lands which were not directly struck were extinguished of life by the thick, suffocating blanket of nuclear fallout. Yet the end of all life had not yet come. Those deemed worthy of preservation by the 'Old World' and its values were spared the hell of the nuclear fires by sheltering in a vast network of underground vaults. Here, the pitiful vestiges of humanity resided for a generation as an eerie silence descended upon the Earth.
When they at last emerged, the vault dwellers set out across the wastes in search of new hope. They found none. Though societies and communities were established over time, humanity struggled to find its place in the harsh, merciless nuclear deserts. Somewhere in the hills North of the Capital Wasteland, a small town of little more than one hundred wastelanders is one of these oases of humanity. Unbeknownst to the inhabitants, the little community will shortly be thrown into the midst of a struggle between two great powers, and face a threat that will corrupt its very core more than it could ever have imagined…
