Avellan13
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Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. In year 2077, after a millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation.
But it was not, as some had said, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world.
In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, know as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hells of the wastes to greet them. So on that fateful day, when fire rained down from the sky, the giant steel vault doors slid closed, and were never ment to reopen.
Robert Casdin
Robert opened his eyes and looked up at the metal ceiling of Vault 51. He had just awaken from anther dreamless sleep. Sighing, he got up off his bed, and headed over to the dresser.
He grabbed a vault jumpsuit, pulled it on, and headed out the the living room section. The door slid open to show Robert's father sleeping on the couch again, with beer bottles all over the floor. Rolling his eyes, Robert began picking up the mess, trying to remain as quiet as possible. But he wasn't quiet enough.
Robert's father stirred and got up into a sitting position, "What are you doing?"
"No, I'm cleaning up." Robert replied.
"Why? You expecting a date or something?" grunted his father.
Robert sighed, "No."
His father gave a long pause, before a look of sadness crossed his face, "Ohh.. today's your birth day... I'm sorry I forgot, but it's kind of hard to remember it since it's also the day you killed your mother."
Robert's face hardened as he dropped the cans and stormed out of the room.
But it was not, as some had said, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world.
In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, know as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hells of the wastes to greet them. So on that fateful day, when fire rained down from the sky, the giant steel vault doors slid closed, and were never ment to reopen.
Robert Casdin
Robert opened his eyes and looked up at the metal ceiling of Vault 51. He had just awaken from anther dreamless sleep. Sighing, he got up off his bed, and headed over to the dresser.
He grabbed a vault jumpsuit, pulled it on, and headed out the the living room section. The door slid open to show Robert's father sleeping on the couch again, with beer bottles all over the floor. Rolling his eyes, Robert began picking up the mess, trying to remain as quiet as possible. But he wasn't quiet enough.
Robert's father stirred and got up into a sitting position, "What are you doing?"
"No, I'm cleaning up." Robert replied.
"Why? You expecting a date or something?" grunted his father.
Robert sighed, "No."
His father gave a long pause, before a look of sadness crossed his face, "Ohh.. today's your birth day... I'm sorry I forgot, but it's kind of hard to remember it since it's also the day you killed your mother."
Robert's face hardened as he dropped the cans and stormed out of the room.