Seven years have passed since the bombs fell, and the world as we know it hasn't completely vanished, but neither is it the same.
While the radioactive wasteland harbors raiders, mutants, and irradiated zombies. Ashton, the last bastion of American civilization stands unyielding, thanks to its weary police department.
However, from the south, Marco Antonio Reyes, a former drug lord, marches with his hordes, aiming to become the new emperor of this new world. From the north, the nuclear winter drives the inhabitants of Pittsburg into a massive exodus towards more hospitable lands.
The wars of the past are history, and regardless of race, gender, or values, in this new world, anyone can wear the crown if they are willing to fight for it.
War. War never changes.
In the year 1945, my great-great grandfather, serving in the army, wondered when he'd get to go home to his wife and the son he'd never seen. He got his wish when the US ended World War II by dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The World awaited Armageddon; instead, something miraculous happened. We began to use atomic energy not as a weapon, but as a nearly limitless source of power.
People enjoyed luxuries once thought the realm of science fiction. Domestic robots, fusion-powered cars, portable computers. But then, in the 21st century, people awoke from the American dream.
Years of consumption lead to shortages of every major resource. The entire world unraveled. Peace became a distant memory. It is now the year 2077. We stand on the brink of total war, and I am afraid. For myself, for my wife, for my infant son - because if my time in the army taught me one thing...
War never changes