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Day One… When the whole world went sideways. Things had been getting progressively worse and worse for years, decades really. Governments fell, economies crumbled. Military was the only capable rule. Martial Law for all, borders closed and chaos ruled.
Earth was quite simply, Hell. No one knew who fired first, but everyone knew what happened. Nuclear War, Judgment Day. Russia, China, Korea, Iran, and America peppered each other with weapons of gods.
Firestorms and Mushroom clouds, Flashes of light brighter than the sun, Fallout and Ash blanketed the earth. Fire turned to ice, and the world went cold. Few places were spared, Horrors walked the earth, and those that survived grew sick and died, the lucky ones anyway. Day One, The horror of Atomic War. Mankind's darkest hour, but not all was lost.
Around the world lay underground Cities named Vault Cities, those important or rich enough got a house, a sector, even blocks of land there. When fire bit the clouds, when poison blackened the oceans, when the very mountains crumbled they survived. For years they watched the world tear its self apart, when five billion souls left the earth in the blink of an eye, when the sick and dying pounded on the great doors, They turned away.
The world was dead, countries crumbled and blackened, and mankind blown to the great beyond. The doors closed, Never to be opened, Nothing last forever, but for two hundred years it remained so, Vaults thrived, People grew old an fat, and died happily, But it wasn't to last, Nothing not man not machine, Lasts for ever. Our story begins two hundred years after Day one, in the year 2220