H0wZ4T!
Club Cricketer
Original writing, inspired by the world and events of Fallout 3.
EPILOGUE
In the millions of years that the Earth has existed, mankind has continuously evolved and changed, according to the conditions it has faced. Whether that is a result of climate change or natural phenomenons or man-made incidents, the people of Earth have always found a way to carry on and maintain the values that keep humans: human. Family, friendship, community.
On the 23rd of October in the year of 2077, it took just 120 minutes for mankind to plunge itself back to its primitive beginning. A war. The war that made all wars before it look so insignificant and tiny, when compared with this 'Great War'. The combined energy released in the space of two hours was far greater than every other conflict in the entire history of Earth. The aim of this mass destruction: no-one really knows. There was never an aim, just a number of events that drove each state to the absolute brink. The diminishing of the Earth's natural resources, leading to a bloody war between the European Commonwealth and the Middle East. Then came the Chinese invasion of Alaska and the subsequent response from the U.S.
During the nuclear holocaust of 2077, some people were lucky enough to escape their homes to the safety of bunkers, known as Vaults. These vaults had a number of purposes; some were social and psychological experiments on its inhabitants, designed to create a better understanding of people and how to create a better world. But, the people who could make it into this supposed 'safety' of the vaults were isolated in the outside world. A world that is a shell of what it used to be. A sparse radioactive wasteland, littered with the remnants of human civilisation, representing humankind's determination to rebuild and reform.
This bleak battleground is where HE was born. This is where HE will mostly likely die. But this is where HE will make his legend. His legacy. This is the world as we now know it, populated by the sheer number of blood-thirsty wasteland civilians, battling each other for drugs, money and people. HE will have to take arms, if HE is going to survive this hell and achieve his goal. Because war? War never changes...
Author's Notes: So. Hi. Basically, in the past I have used this section to showcase my wrestling stories and I was going to start another one. Instead, I have decided to use this forum as the medium in which to practise my writing skills for my A-Levels, whilst having fun with a game I enjoyed a lot and a site I used to be active on and decided to use again. In conclusion, I'm trying something different and I hope you enjoy it.
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