Fallout: Seattle

Fallout: Seattle

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Fallout
Vault 1 was never intended to hold civilians. It was designed as the Central Vault, where Vault-tech would monitor it's insidious human experiments. However, when 100 people from the nearby vault 4 have nowhere to go, a kind employee offers them shelter in vault. 350 years after the bombs fell, Chilled, descendent of the original Vault- tech worker who let the civilians in, exits the vault into the harsh wasteland, that was Seattle. (typed on mobile, apologize for typos)
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In the heart of Texas, beneath the ruins of a nation that once stood as the world's last superpower, they awaken. Fifty-five thousand soldiers, warriors of the old world, preserved in cryogenic sleep since the twilight of America. With them, their families-men, women, and children frozen alongside the last true remnants of the United States Army. It was a desperate gamble, a contingency plan set in motion by a government that saw the end coming but refused to let the dream die. If the worst should happen, if the bombs fell, these soldiers would be the ones to rebuild. The worst did happen. The world burned. The United States was reduced to ash and legend, just another name lost in the howling chaos of the wasteland. And for 29 years, the vault's technicians kept their watch, aging in silence, waiting for the day the world would be stable enough to wake them. That day has come. In 2106, the chambers unlock. Ice cracks, breath returns, and the army of the past rises once more. They step into a world that is not their own, a world that has forgotten them, a world where law and order have given way to might and madness. But they were not preserved to be forgotten. They were not sent to sleep so that the dream of America would die in the dark. They will reclaim the land. They will rebuild the nation. They will finish what was started. But the wasteland is not a battlefield. It is not a war they were trained to fight. And in this new world, the old rules mean nothing. If they are to bring back the United States, they will have to earn it. Not with guns, not with power-but with will, with sacrifice, and with the sheer, unrelenting belief that America is not just a country. It is an idea. And as long as they stand, it will never die.

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