All Fallout Ron Perlman Openings.txt

War. War never changes. The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth.
Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes. In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired.
Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium.
For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth...
... would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
In 2077, the world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders.
And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
A few were able to reach the relative safety of the large underground Vaults.
Your family was part of that group that entered Vault 13.
Imprisoned safely behind the large Vault door, under a mountain of stone...
... a generation has lived without knowledge of the outside world.

Life in the Vault is about to change

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, their spirits 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 their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again.

One of the northern tribes claims they are descended 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, turning them into 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 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 its 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.

War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of humankind, 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 the year 2077, after 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 predicted, 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 - but war, war never changes.

In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in Vault 101. For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die.

Because, in Vault 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves.

War. War never changes.
When atomic fire consumed the earth, those who survived did so in great, underground vaults. When they opened, their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, forming tribes.
As decades passed, what had been the American southwest united beneath the flag of the New California Republic, dedicated to old-world values of democracy and the rule of law.
As the Republic grew, so did its needs.
Scouts spread east, seeking territory and wealth, in the dry and merciless expanse of the Mojave Desert.
They returned with tales of a city untouched by the warheads that had scorched the rest of the world.
And a great wall spanning the Colorado River.
The NCR mobilized its army and sent it east to occupy the Hoover Dam, and restore it to working condition.
But across the Colorado, another society had arisen under a different flag. A vast army of slaves, forged from the conquest of 86 tribes: Caesar's Legion.
Four years have passed since the Republic held the Dam - just barely - against the Legion's onslaught.
The Legion did not retreat.
Across the river, it gathers strength. Campfires burn, training drums beat.
Through it all, the New Vegas Strip has stayed open for business under the control of its mysterious overseer, Mr. House.
And his army of rehabilitated tribals and police robots.
You are a courier, hired by the Mojave Express, to deliver a package to the New Vegas Strip.
What seemed like a simple delivery job has taken a turn... for the worse.

War. War never changes.
In 1776, this great nation accepted that armed conflict was the only way to preserve our rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. If our founding fathers could only see us now...

From Antietam to Amiens, Okinawa to Anchorage, we have fought. And now, the Red Menace is at our doorstep. Democracy itself is under threat of annihilation. That is why today, July 4th, 2076, 300 years after our great nation began, we gather together to honor the completion of Vault 76.

This sprawling underground shelter may have been engineered by Vault-Tec, but it was built by you, the good people of America. So that if the bombs do come, if the end does come, our way of life will endure. But not everyone will be saved. Those chosen to enter this vault must be our best and brightest. For when the fighting has stopped and the fallout has settled, you must rebuild. Not just walls, not just buildings, but hearts and minds. And ultimately, America itself.

So as we stand here today, we pray that the world will know peace. But, if that is not our destiny, if war must come, we stand together knowing that here in Vault 76, our future begins.