NCR_Ranger451
War.
War never changes.
After the second Great War, the sky bled ash. The land, once a quilt of towns and cornfields, became a scarred, radioactive desert.
From the fissures of the shattered world crawled things that were never meant to walk the earth--Devils and Fallen Angels twisted by nuclear fire into nightmarish organisms whose cries could shatter bone.
Only a handful of humanity survived, sealed away in steel wombs called Vaults, praying the earth would one day forgive them.