Bullet casings littered the ground. Empty whiskey and Nuka Cola bottles were scattered on the floor. The rotting corpse of some unlucky wastelander was on the couch of this abandoned home, in the middle of the desert. A radroach crawled out from underneath the couch, and made its way outside, looking around the open, barren wasteland for some food. It heard a growing, buzzing and revving noise.
Splat! A raider dune buggy squashed the bug under its tire without a second thought. The raiders in the car hollered and shouted, one shot his rifle into the air a few times. After a few hundred yards, they hit a massive bump and heard a loud noise. A land mine went off and blew out their back wheel; they spun out and were swarmed by tribals. Spears were thrown at the now flipped over buggy, and one of the bandits let out a few shots into the crowd of tribe warriors.
This is the world of 2174. Wars between devolved tribes and drugged-out bandits consume the desert wastes. Only in large Vault Cities is their any safety, and even those bastions have their problems. While the future seems bleak, since this is long before the NCR or the Legion, there is one thing for certain. This region will continue to be engulfed in internal strife. Because war....war never changes...
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