The Story of The Nuka-World incident; a fallout fanfiction

This story draws inspiration from a Fallout themed dnd style roleplay me and some friends did a few years ago. some events have been changed, but the basic premise is the same. we've all heard the saying, war never changes. in concept, it stays the same, humans fighting each other over everything from money, to resources, to even more horrific reasons. The day the bombs fell, the start, and end of the great war, humanity was forever changed. those above ground either succumbed to the blasts and radiation, and the ensuing chaos of the end of the world as it was known, while others survived the radiation, only to be forever changed by it. Some retained their sanity, others became a feral shell of their former self, their minds long gone, and then there were the vault dwellers. Those on the surface knew little of the inner goings on of those who had gone into them, only that once the door closed, there was no getting in, or out. Over 200 years have passed since the bombs fell, and a man who has survived all the hells the wasteland can offer finds himself in another war, wether he wants to be or not. There's talk of new raiders in the Boston Commonwealth, a new radio signal talking of a place called Nuka-World, the transmission sounds like an old prewar advert to get people to come to the park. These raiders, there's something different about them, some plan they seem to be working towards completing. Whatever it is, it's not you're typical raider problems.