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It started with a boom. The Virginia landscapes were perfect, the leaves were all red and orange, the grass was green, the trees tall and healthy. That was the past, only just memories of the old world. That world had everything I could ever want; the people, the mountains, clean air, blue skies, that was all gone. Now the landscapes looked as if it wanted to be tough, to only fight others. The air was toxic and the water in the old fresh river was full of radiation. The people who survived, well, they weren't people anymore. We call them the Scorched, or the Super Mutants, the ones too far gone. All the butterflies, the crickets, ladybugs, stray moles; they were all changed into vicious monsters. They were full of radiation and acted like zombies. They attacked any survivors that they saw. Nothing was perfect anymore. But was it ever perfect in the first place?
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Everything started in 2036. The pollution was so bad that the end of the world was predicted to be right around the corner. As complete panic set in around the world, the rich and important people were all gathered and placed on giant spaceships with enough resources and room to house generations of human beings. Before they left though, the government leaders fired As a result, most of the human population died off and earth was a complete wasteland. The little that survived started building local communities and trying to survive in the destroyed excuse of a planet. On the disaster of a planet, creatures mutated and were born out of the nuclear chemicals; creating new species and monsters that hunted humans. While hundreds and hundreds of years passed, the monsters kept evolving and the people kept adapting while still trying to keep a sort of community. They didn't want to lose all of their humanity and become nothing more than animals that hunted the monsters: then they would truly be no better than the monsters themselves. So they stayed civil while still doing what it took to survive.

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