It's strange how easily the sane and the civilized turn into raving barbarians. Everyone's living the dream in their perfect little slice of suburbia, knowing but not caring about the war with China, and far to civilized to be scared. Even when the sirens started going off, half of them couldn't be bothered to run off to some shelter, they were civilized! America would protect them! Of course, nothing short of a 20 ton steel door and some seriously thick walls is gonna protect you from 80 some thousand nuclear warheads being launched simultaneously, especially not a country who's to busy nuking everyone else to worry about itself.
But enough with the history lesson. My point is, when you get a bunch of the most uptight, polite, "civilized"people and drop a couple hundred megatons of bombs on them, they turn against each other faster than piranhas in a bowl of chum. Now, two hundred years later, you've got people running around in rags, pumped up on drugs, spiking their hair with who-knows-what (god knows I've never seen any gel in the wasteland), killing and raping anyone who gets in their way, barring Super Mutants, Centaurs, Yao Guai and the like. At least, I assume they don't rape the Yao Guai. That'd be insane even for them.
Meanwhile, there's some guy holed up in a tower or something playing 320 year old songs. Granted, no one's really been making music for the last two centuries, but you'd think he might be able to get something from 21st century at least. He calls himself "3 Dog," by the way. Maybe he thinks he's Cerburus reborn or something? More likely he had a bad trip involving dogs, big bands, and public service announcements and decided to make a radio station around it.
So where do I fit in to all this? Well, I ride the middle line. I've never been one to shy away from violence, a fact that many a "Tunnel Snake" (a three man gang from the vaults with a worrying obsession with phallic symbols) can attest to. In fact, I'm quite proficient at killing, maiming, and beating. When I first stepped out of Vault 101, I realized that the Capitol Wasteland was a place where my talents could be put to good use, for better or worse. Well, technically when I first stepped out of the vault, I realized that the mothering Sun is way to mothering bright, and then I realized that the outside is quite the -hole, and then I realized the whole bit about my talents. The details don't really matter though.
More of a teaser than a start, I'm still working out the stylistic details. Any feedback about it is greatly appreciated. And it's a bit wordy, I know, but that's mostly because I haven't really started yet. The pictures were inserted at the last minute to break up the wall of words.