crumbelivable
formerly pokemariofan64
War, war never changes
Ever since the first humans began to fight, horrors have been committed in the field of war. From the slavery and the backstabbing emperors of Ancient Rome, to the debut of guns in the battlefield in the late 1700s, to the Holocaust of the Second World War, people have used war as an excuse for these terrible things.
In the year 2076, as Chinese forces attacked Anchorage, the United States of America turned to its former ally, Canada, for resources. When they denied, they attacked and quickly annexed the country. Atrocities were committed to the Canadian people. They were slaughtered in hundreds at a time, made to work in labor camps, and made to believe lies that life under America was a blessing.
Of course, as the Chinese fled from Alaska, and the Americans celebrated their victory, the Canadians knew this peace would never last. On October 23, 2077, China, America, as well as the rest of the world, all endured two hours of nuclear bombardment. Canada's nightmarish existence ended in the glow of a nuclear flame.
However, this was not the end. From the snow of the Canadian nuclear winter, arose new factions, new creatures, and new rules. In the beginning, underground shelters, or Vaults, were used to seal a few thousand from the horrors that arose in the newly named Wasteland. Eventually, people emerged from these vaults, and made their way into the cold of the wasteland, and formed settlements, traded objects with those who were already there.
The year is now 2283. In the ruins of pre-war Toronto, there is a battle occurring. Three big factions are battling for the control of the region, as well as countless smaller factions thrown into the mix. You are in this place to, whether you are one of the locals, have been sent here to fight, or some different reason altogether.
Welcome to Ronto!
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Ever since the first humans began to fight, horrors have been committed in the field of war. From the slavery and the backstabbing emperors of Ancient Rome, to the debut of guns in the battlefield in the late 1700s, to the Holocaust of the Second World War, people have used war as an excuse for these terrible things.
In the year 2076, as Chinese forces attacked Anchorage, the United States of America turned to its former ally, Canada, for resources. When they denied, they attacked and quickly annexed the country. Atrocities were committed to the Canadian people. They were slaughtered in hundreds at a time, made to work in labor camps, and made to believe lies that life under America was a blessing.
Of course, as the Chinese fled from Alaska, and the Americans celebrated their victory, the Canadians knew this peace would never last. On October 23, 2077, China, America, as well as the rest of the world, all endured two hours of nuclear bombardment. Canada's nightmarish existence ended in the glow of a nuclear flame.
However, this was not the end. From the snow of the Canadian nuclear winter, arose new factions, new creatures, and new rules. In the beginning, underground shelters, or Vaults, were used to seal a few thousand from the horrors that arose in the newly named Wasteland. Eventually, people emerged from these vaults, and made their way into the cold of the wasteland, and formed settlements, traded objects with those who were already there.
The year is now 2283. In the ruins of pre-war Toronto, there is a battle occurring. Three big factions are battling for the control of the region, as well as countless smaller factions thrown into the mix. You are in this place to, whether you are one of the locals, have been sent here to fight, or some different reason altogether.
Welcome to Ronto!
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