It’s the End of the World and I’m S.P.E.C.I.A.L....

Sirens rage and people flee, the moment feared as come to be. Pack up the kids don’t take a thing for death is coming on steely wing. All seems lost as bombs descend, the nuclear fire swells. But for the few steel doors roll shut and inwardly life dwells. 122 vaults are sealed in the Fallout universe as nuclear bombs fall across the USA. As far as humanity knows, those vaults host the only survivors. Humanity has ruined the planet with wars, aggression, and violence, and now the only hope for the species is to lock itself away until the consequences of their evil abates and the surface is safe. Decades go by, generations are born and die, and finally as vault systems begin to break down or fail, lone wanders, merchants, and survivors venture out into the wasteland in hopes of finding a way to sustain life and begin again. As the locks cycle and the door slides away breaking the 200-year seal, I’m struck with the harsh colours and unfiltered lights of a changed world. Dust blows and something ominous howls in the distance… its clear I’m no longer in the safe arms of Vaultec™. But it’s okay. I took the Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test (G.O.A.T.) and it said I was handy with a pistol, knew my way around an IED and could probably sweet talk my way into an extra couple caps for that old junk I found. I made sure my Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Intelligence and Agility complimented my G.O.A.T. and I even threw in a little Luck, well, for luck. Knowing I’m S.P.E.C.I.A.L. gives me total confidence that as a survivor of the war I’m ready to go out, blaze a trail of glory in the empty wasteland,...