Fallout: New Memphis
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On October 23 2077 the world exploded in nuclear fire as thousands of atomic bombs rained from the sky causing all hell to brake loose below. Those who were fortunate enough took shelter in Vaults until the world above was once again clear for entrance. 410 years later in the on the border of Kentucky and Tennessee, a conflict has started between two warring factions, the NCR, and Caesar's legion. With the two factions at war, the ruined city of Memphis, once thriving with NCR law, is now an all out war zone consumed by violence and anarchy, making the hellish wasteland even worse than it already was...
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