Prologue: The Beginning of it All

The year... is 2247... 170 years after the great war...

When the bombs dropped... everything went to hell...

Some were lucky, and made it into vaults... most remained on the surface, and died. Some were unlucky, and survived the bombs, and mutated.

This... well, this is the remains of New York City.

Even though war made this place how it is today, everyday in this damn city is a battle to survive.

The factions made it worse, for everyone...

There were four total factions, and they fought for control of the city, every single day. It wasn't always like this...

They were once all allies, just making it hell for everyone else but them...

Of course... that didn't last long at all...

The first faction, "Jimmy's Rebels", were people you didn't want to fuck with. Jimmy found a crashed military truck a while back...

The entire truck was loaded with weapons, power armor, everything. He even found a power armor manual in the truck, the value of the Power Armor manual was priceless.

People began to side with Jimmy, he had weapons, armor, meaning he had power.

He set up a base in a intact sky scraper in the eastern part of the city.

Jimmy's Rebels, had to have been the biggest and most powerful faction, and he kept all the other factions in line.

The second faction, "The Lurkers of the Underground", was mainly made up of ghouls, who were tired of taking the smoothskins' shit. What is a ghoul, you ask?

Well, remember when I said some people survived the bombs, and mutated? Those are ghouls. They lose most of their skin, and most smoothskins treat them like... well... zombies because of it.

The "Lurkers" put most of the ferals on leashes and caged them, so they could use them like guard dogs.

They got some weapons, and took refuge in the numerous metro stations, and sewers. Anyone who wasn't ghoulified who wanted to pass through, had to pay a expensive toll.

Considering the metro stations, and the sewers had to be the fastest, and safest way through the city, the ghouls made a considerable profit off of it.

However, whoever treated the ghouls rudely and paid the toll, they let them in and then shot them in the backs.

People in rival factions were shot on sight.

The third faction, "The Remnants", was a nasty bunch...

They came from Vault 165, which was built to preserve the army. The Vault was loaded with weapons, ammo, everything you'd need in a war.

The day that the Vault was scheduled to re-open, people from other factions had found it, and they were going to try to raid the Vault for supplies, and anything else they'd need.

Jimmy, had found old Vault-Tec records about Vault 165, due to his connections, and his giant faction.

The giant door of Vault 165 began to open, and when it did open, the Rebels who were sent to raid the Vault were gunned down with no mercy.

The descendants of the original members of the army who were sent to Vault 165, began to explore the city, gunning down anything else but them.

They had one mission and one mission only. To retake the city, no matter what. Then they'd wait for further instructions.

However they didn't know that their commanding officer who had made up their mission had died ages ago, but their mission was the only thing that they believed in, so they kept on going with it.

Vault 165 is still the Remnants' base, but they have several other camps scattered through the city. The locatiion of Vault 165 is still uncurrently unknown as everyone who had found it that day, died, and Jimmy ended up losing the old Vault-Tec records of it.

The fourth and final group was called "William's Demons". William was a completely insane jackass. He and his buddies raided a few gun stores and a military base outside of the city.

They wore jet black combat armor that was smeared with blood half of the time.

The Demons fought for fun, and then they fought for profit like every other faction. Nobody knew where the Demons' base was.

There were several other smaller groups. There was Guns 4 Hire, The Reapers, and of course, The Slavers, and there was also a few small gangs of raiders scattered through the city.

Guns 4 Hire, well that was us. Me, my two other brothers. We ran a mercenary group, and some other people joined us, cause we were the best Mercs around... however, we avoided faction work, as it never ended well.

My name is Joe, I was the middle brother. My second brother's name was Jack, and he was the youngest of us. My third brother's name was John, and he was the oldest of us.

The Reapers... you don't see them until it's too late. They're assassins... if you aren't liked by someone who has a lot of money... you'll no doubt be targeted. If they kill you on the outside, they're being merciful, or their employer didn't pay them that much.

But... if they capture you, and take you to a place called... "The Playground"... well, then you're fucked, as they must have taken a special interest in you, which was never good.

There was also a group, that was pretty much the opposite of the Reapers... the Guardians, were paid to protect people. They were almost as stealthy as the Reapers.

They also made the Reapers' job harder.

The Guardians would good glorified bodyguards, they were like Guardian Angels.

The Slavers were a evil bunch of people. The Lurkers frequently attack the slavers due to most slaves being ghouls.

So how did all the factions turn on each other...? Well... it's a complicated story... Jimmy, of the Rebels had two brothers...

Steven and Tim. Both of them, were tired of Jimmy, as he was bossy, and a pain in the ass.

Steven wanted to leave the Rebels to join the Remnants, and he had been giving lots of info about the Rebels to the Remnants, which was... forbidden. Even though they had a alliance with the Rebels, they wanted information that they could use against them.

They were only in a alliance with the Rebels, because of the fear of the Rebels' power.

Tim wanted to join the Demons, and was doing the same thing as Steven. But when they both encountered each other in the base at night trying to steal stuff to give to the other factions, they were confused.

They told each other of their plans, and they swore to each other to not tell Jimmy about it and well... it didn't turn out that way...


March 15th, 2247... the Rebels' skyscraper base...
"Jimmy... I have something to tell you..." Steven said.

"Hey, Jim Jim I... what the hell are you doing here...?" Tim said, noticing Steve standing beside Jim.

"I could ask the same thing of you, Tim..." Steven said angrily.

"Can it both of you." Jim said. "I already know that Tim is stealing info, and is planning on leaving to go join the Demons... and I already know that Steven here, is also stealing info, and is planning on leaving to go join the Remnants..." Jimmy said.

"You... you knew." Tim said.

"That's right. I caught you both red handed... like a kid trying to steal from a candy jar... well guess what...?" Jim said.

"Wha..." Tim didn't have time to finish saying the word what.

"NOBODY FUCKS WITH BIG JIM'S CANDY." Jimmy said. "I treated you like my brothers... cause you ARE my brothers... and you repay me with THIS SHIT?" Jim said angrily.

"You treated us like garbage... you should have known this was coming." Steven said.

"Don't fucking make yourself look good, you betraying piece of shit... you came here to squeal on me, douchebag..." Tim said angrily at Steven.

"Don't be a fucking hypocrite Timmy..." Steven said angrily.

"FUCKING ENOUGH. Like I said... I caught you both red handed... what do you think's gonna happen now...? A miracle will happen and you somehow escape like the weasels you are? Well guess what? That's not how life works." Jimmy said.

"...This isn't going to end well... is it?" Tim asked.

"Of course not... nothing comes at the right moment and saves your ass in life... you fucking pay for what you've done that's wrong. Even I know this, and this is why I'm even more cautious and paranoid more than most people... cause karma's a bitch... now... let me tell you how this will go down..." Jimmy said.

They knew running at this point, would just be foolish.

"There's three sentry bots, in the room to the left of you, and five blood thirsty guards in the room to the right of you." Jimmy said. "And even now, because you're still my brothers, you have five seconds." Jimmy said.

Tim and Steven quickly ran up the stairs, and headed out onto the roof, as that was the only way they could go.

The stairs that lead down, only lead to more guards, and the sentry bots were guarding the stairs to the lower floors.

Steven and Tim ran out onto the roof, they had nowhere to go. Tim had ran to far, and he had reached the ledge and unluckily looked down, he slipped due to his fear of heights, and he fell off, but caught the ledge.

He was hanging from the ledge of the skyscraper, and below him he saw a car-littered highway.

"STEVEN... I'm sorry for snitching on you... please... help me up!" Tim cried, dangling from the ledge of the skyscraper.

Steven lowered his hand to where Tim was dangling, and he Tim grabbed onto Steven's hand. But just then he heard a gunshot, and saw Steven's brains fly.

Jimmy had walked behind Steven and shot him point blank in the back of the head with his magnum.

Steven's body fell over the ledge, and Tim went with him.

He moved his arms around fanatically, screaming as loud as he could as he fell through the air.

He flipped himself over in the air, and he saw the highway below him getting closer.

"FUCK NOOOOOOO!" Tim screamed as he fell through the air.

His body landed on a car on the highway, and it crushed the roof of the car, and because of how far he fell, and because he hit the windshield, blood flew everywhere.

A few Demons, and Remnants were waiting outside on the highway, to take Tim and Steven to their new homes.

They had both seen Tim fall from the skyscraper onto the car. Just then Steven's body had caught up with Tim and it splattered onto the highway in a red paste.

"You fucking killed our NEW MEMBER JIMMY!" One of the Demons yelled at the skyscraper.

Jimmy looked down at them standing on the highway.

"You're fucking dead, Jimmy boy..." One of the Remnants said.

"YOU FUCKING WANT ME...? YOU FUCKING WANT TO TRY TO TAKE ON THE BIG DOG? THEN FUCKING COME AND DO IT." Jimmy yelled down at the highway.


Just like a spark of flame in a gas filled room, war was ignited.

And war...

War never changes.

End of Prologue: The Beginning of it All


Yep. A New Definition of War. This won't effect A New Definition of Hell at all... what is A New Definition of Hell? You ask? It is my other Fallout story, which you should go read if you haven't already...

Please review, and adios...

~TGG333