Fallout: ARC

by FineGirlBrandy

Dust bombs fell throughout the lands as the people took shelter in large underground vaults. 100 years passed as those that survived above ground formed tribes and mutated into the Faunus, awaiting the return of the vault dwellers. When the vaults did open the strongest became Hunters; seeking the treasures above and fighting the monstrous grimm created by the bombs.

1. Introduction

War. War never changes.

Legends speak of an undying witch and a phoenix of a man. Two souls locked in constant combat across the centuries, beyond the reaches and minds of mankind. The two enigmas supposedly guiding man in order to wage their war. Nothing more than slaves; cogs in the machinations of their divine conquests.

Tempers rose between the nations in time. Pacts were made until the world was divided into two. Perhaps the legends are true, and each was being pushed to the edge by these ancient ones. Maybe we just look for monsters beyond man, and are just unwilling to admit our petty nature doomed us all.

The Great War waged and the great dust bombs fell. Does it matter who launched theirs first? Both were willing and able to release cataclysm upon the world, and both decided to enact this global cleansing. No amount of aura or semblance would have been enough to protect those few that possessed them. Fortunately, those in power constructed magnificent vaults to house the populations, to protect their people and their values for a future world. A world that is certainly unrecognisable. A remnant.

100 years after the dust bombs fell the vaults began to open, but man only sent their strongest to find treasures of this waste. These Huntsmen and Huntresses were faced with the abomination above. Creatures corrupted into monsters and beasts of black and white. People taking on the features of animals. Overpowering dust storms ravaging the lands. Only the strong and the foolish would willingly enter this world.

One such fool was about to make this leap.