u'Interested in protecting the assets deemed valuable by the corporation.

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War. War Never Changes. The end of the world
occurred pretty much as we had predicted: too
many humans, not enough space or resources to
go around. The details are trivial and pointless -
the reasons, as always, purely human ones.

The earth was nearly wiped clean of life. A great
cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands
quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire
rained from the skies. Continents were swallowed in
flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity
was almost extinguished, it\u2019s birth becoming part of
the background radiation that blanketed the earth.

A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting
many years. Few survived the devastation. Some
had been fortunate enough to reach safety, taking
shelter in great underground vaults. When the great
darkness passed, these vaults opened and the
inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again.

One of the northern tribes claims they are
descendants from one such vault. They hold that
their founder and ancestor, one known as the vault
dweller, once saved the world from a great evil.
According to their legend this evil arose in the far
south. It corrupted all it touched, twisting men
inside \u2013 turning them to beasts.

Only through the bravery of this vault dweller was
the evil destroyed, but in so doing he lost many of
his friends and suffered greatly; sacrificing much of
himself to save the world. When at last he
returned to the home he had fought so hard to
protect, he was cast out; exiled. In confronting that
which they had feared, he had become something
else in their eyes and no longer their champion.

Forsaken by his people he strode into the
wasteland. He traveled far to the north, until he
came to the great canyons. There he founded a
small village, Arroyo, where he lived out the rest of
his years. And so for a generation since it\u2019s
founding, Arroyo has lived in peace; its canyons
sheltering it from the outside world. It is home,
your home. But the scars left by the war have not
yet healed and the earth has not forgotten.'