War.
War never changes.
On October 23rd, 2077, the sum of man's aggression against his fellow man unfolded in the span of two hours. Nuclear war scoured the face of the earth, wiping the slate clean and setting back the march of progress by millennia. Despite mankind's attempts to obliterate each other from the face of the earth, life endured.
As the blanket of background radiation eased, the few and far between survivors of nuclear armageddon emerged into a world unlike any they had imagined. Mankind was persistent. Through generations, civilization scratched a living amid the blackened bones of a bygone era.
In the upper reaches of what was once called Nevada, a city untouched by atomic fire glowed fluorescent against an atomic sky. Once called the Biggest Little City in the World, Reno stood as a haven for the pious and the wicked alike. The allure of a promise of wealth in its casinos drew survivors from the hardscrabble, eager to turn their fortunes around for the better.
In the shadow of Reno, many towns and settlements sprung from the parched earth like scrub brush. One such town, nestled in a valley to the south, is called Unity. It is home. Your home.
But in the quiet of the Nevada night, you can hear the sounds of motors running far in the distance, signalling things to come.
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