Post by Gallows on Jul 8, 2009 2:56:48 GMT -5
War. War never changes.
In this world, there are giants. Rich tycoons bleeding the wastes dry, gangs of Raiders, Slavers, the Enclave, the Brotherhood. But, there is one who dwarfs them all. Atom. The symbol of Man's folly, his greed, and his insurmountable need for war. Centuries ago, Atom reached his height. The ground was seared, water evaporated, sky burned, and everything irradiated.
We turn our sights to the north. The Canadian Wasteland. One of the world's most inhospitable regions. Dangerous before the war, lethal today. In the lower reaches, the ground is still very much like the former United States: a dry, arid desert. The northern areas have fallen under a blanket of radioactive snow: nuclear winter. Yet, humanity still ekes on. It refuses to give in. When it should have crumpled oh-so-long ago, it stands back up, saying "We will fight." Settlements dot the Wastes, surviving amidst the Super Mutants, Ghouls, and all other manner of irradiated beasts. They continue to survive, even in Atom's shadow. We still survive. We still fight. Two things humans can not refuse to do.
We turn our sights to the north. The Canadian Wasteland. One of the world's most inhospitable regions. Dangerous before the war, lethal today. In the lower reaches, the ground is still very much like the former United States: a dry, arid desert. The northern areas have fallen under a blanket of radioactive snow: nuclear winter. Yet, humanity still ekes on. It refuses to give in. When it should have crumpled oh-so-long ago, it stands back up, saying "We will fight." Settlements dot the Wastes, surviving amidst the Super Mutants, Ghouls, and all other manner of irradiated beasts. They continue to survive, even in Atom's shadow. We still survive. We still fight. Two things humans can not refuse to do.
War. War never changes.
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[center]In this world, there are giants. Rich tycoons bleeding the wastes dry, gangs of Raiders, Slavers, the Enclave, the Brotherhood. But, there is one who dwarfs them all. Atom. The symbol of Man's folly, his greed, and his insurmountable need for war. Decades ago, Atom reached his height. The ground was seared, water evaporated, sky burned, and everything irradiated.
We turn our sights to the north. The Canadian Wasteland. One of the world's most inhospitable regions. Dangerous before the war, lethal today. In the lower reaches, the ground is still very much like the former United States: a dry, arid desert. The northern areas have fallen under a blanket of radioactive snow: nuclear winter. Yet, humanity still ekes on. It refuses to give in. When it should have crumpled oh-so-long ago, it stands back up, saying "We will fight." Settlements dot the Wastes, surviving amidst the Super Mutants, Ghouls, and all other manner of irradiated beasts. They continue to survive, even in Atom's shadow. We still survive. We still fight. Two things humans can not refuse to do.[/center]
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