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It has been a little over 200 years since the bombs dropped in the Great War of 2077. The area that used to be called the Four States Commonwealth a long time past had become a barren wasteland, the land scorched by the blinding sun. Water has become the rarest commodity one could have. There was a state known as Arizona that had been part of this commonwealth. It was not lucky enough to be spared by the barrage of bombs that destroyed the rest of the county. The main destruction had been around the capital city of Phoenix, which had the highest population density at the time. The city and its surrounding parts have become soulless grey ruins. The rest of the state has become a dangerous place to try and survive. The inhabitants of this desolate place have come to call it the Arizona Wastes.
The Arizona Wastes has become divided into several parts. There is no form of government to speak of to protect the people of the land. The only law is dependant on who you keep company with. The north is mainly controlled by warring bands of the remnants of Indian tribes fighting for water sources, fertile land, and religious places. They are highly territorial, violent, and have been known to practice cannibalism. The eastern part is run by a network of raiders who came across several abandoned military bases and are heavily equipped with weapons, gear, and even a few vehicles. They are now fortified within these bases leaching off any settlements, caravans, and wanderers in the area. They have become known as the Crimson Surge. It has been rumored that a woman is in charge of this network, claiming the title of General.
The southern part is pretty much void of people due to the fact that a group of religious zealots wander the area capturing anyone they find and forcing them to convert to their ways or be sacrificed to whatever deities they worship. Little is known about their beliefs and ideals, but most that enter this area are never seen again. The only relative safe part of the Arizona Wastes is that of the western part. This is where many communities have sprouted up, small villages, towns, and some underground camps. There are also communities that thrive on the fringes of the ruins of Phoenix who scavenge what they need. The ones that are close together usually have a treaty with one another to come to ones aide if one gets attacked. This acts as a deterrent to raiders and thieves and is what keeps the western part of the wastes semi safe.
The Arizona Wastes are full of deadly creatures, killers, and many other dangerous things, but there are glimmers of hope throughout the land. Everywhere you go you feel desperation, but you will hear of groups trying to make life better for others, or bringing justice to the evils of man, or stories of a courageous person putting everything on the line, including their own life, just to do the right thing. This is a tale of man named Zack, making his way towards the city of New Vegas. He is heading there to confront his past, as well as clear his family name that had been blackened so long ago. He knows his journey will be long and difficult, but he has a strong will and the patience to persevere till the end.