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[center][i]"It's said war, war never changes. Men do, through the roads they walk." - Ulysses[/i][/center]

	Montana, a land of unparalleled natural beauty and wonder. This region of what was once part of the Northern United States of America has some of the most diverse landscapes within the country, including huge mountains with gushing streams, vast plains, large meandering rivers, lush forests, big open skies, and so much more. To this day, all of these still thankfully remain even after the nuclear apocalypse, though much has changed with not only the landscape, but also the weather, and the wildlife. At one time, it was believed that heading up north would protect those who did so from nuclear fire, unfortunately that was only a half truth. For when the warheads did blanket the world in radiation and destruction, not even Montana was spared. 

	Something miraculous followed though, showing the true tenacity of mankind. Small settlements had begun to spring up across the state, while other occupants of Big Sky Country returned to the towns and cities, that many used to call their home. Not all of these areas remained empty though, for nature had inevitably retaken much of what humanity had left alone over hundreds of years. Besides the worry of hostile forces of nature, there was also the concern of bandits and raiders, who saw many of the areas of Montana as free game to take and do what they wanted with. Shortly after, the Brotherhood of Steel moved in, establishing outposts and bases across the state, while also helping protect those who now lived in this post-apocalyptic world. Many now see this protection as more oppressive than helpful, though it is hard to ignore the facts that the Brotherhood did help in some areas. 

	You are one of the few survivors of the apocalypse, finding yourself tossed head first into a new and dangerous world. Perhaps you came from a Vault, Brotherhood of Steel, Enclave, New California Republic, or any other factions that now wanders the wasteland. That does not matter anymore, what now matters is what you will do upon this new world and the choices you will make, which inevitably will impact not only yourself, but also those around you, and perhaps even beyond.

	As dawn rose upon the western side of Montana, vibrant rays of pastel light began to illuminate the lands still clinging onto the early morning. Slowly the sun barely appeared upon the horizon, its warmth burning away the stubborn chill of night that seemed to only get worse as Winter approached. The village of Whitlash was also awakening, and getting ready for another long day of merely surviving among the waste land. Many people had already begun to do their chores for the day, or were getting ready to head out to fish, hunt, or anything else that would help them all survive longer. Others were still asleep, considering the hour to be to early to do anything beneficial. Then, there were those who had partied a little bit to hard the night before and would be out for most of the day. 

	Near the north eastern side of Whitlash, along the great river that ran right alongside them, the village leader known as Nicolas had begun his day a few hours before everyone and was currently fly-fishing. Behind him was a his pickup truck, filled with enough fish to feed the village for quite a while, though they had been sitting out for a while and he would have to head back to store them before they went bad. This dawned upon him as he caught his last fish for the morning, turning to head back to the truck but found someone waiting for him inside of it. John, his assistant had walked all the way across the village to wait for him, and to apparently speak to him in private. Nicholas got into his pickup truck and buckled himself in before starting the car and heading back towards the heart of the village.

	[color=00aeef]"I should have warned you I was coming out here, but I did not want to wait. There is a situation near the most eastern side of our village about five miles out."[/color] Nicholas tried to speak but was cut off from John, who continued to speak, [color=ed1c24]"We need to hold a town meeting and see who would like to volunteer to help with this situation, but it will most likely be a difficult and quite dangerous."[/color] Nicholas butted his way into the conversation, taking the chance to speak, [color=00aeef]"And what exactly is the issue?"[/color] John, without missing a beat turned to make eye contact with Nicholas, [color=ed1c24]"You are not going to like what I am about to say, not in the slightest."[/color]

A few hours would pass before the bells over the town hall would ring, calling everyone to meet within it for a meeting of high importance.