War. War never changes. The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an Empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower. But war never changes. In the twenty-first century war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: petroleum and uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the U.S. would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation states bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth. In 2077 the storm of World War had come again. In two brief hours most of the planet was reduced to cinders, and from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise. Some were fortunate enough to reach the relative safety of the large underground Vaults. My family was part of that group that entered Vault 13. Imprisoned safely behind the large Vault door, beneath a mountain of stone, a generation has lived without knowledge of the outside world. Life in the Vault is about to change...
The Overseer has asked to see me. I've heard through rumor and hearsay that I am to leave the Vault. I'm not sure why though, but from what the Elders say, it is a dangerous place. I have decided to keep this journal in case I don't make it, so that hopefully, someday, somebody will find it and it will be made known the events that led to my demise. I must go now and see the Overseer. I will write more tomorrow.