What if the Lone Wanderer never Existed?
What if the Enclave destroyed the Brotherhood?
What if the Enclave took control of D.C?


By year 2278, America was under the reign of the Enclave. Their prowess was far too much for the Brotherhood, and they were eliminated. Super Mutants were enslaved and forced to work for the Enclaves as brutes, while raiders and slavers were either captured and drafted, or killed off. Some fled D.C., the others who remained ran for the Museum of History, a.k.a. Underworld, where we still cower to this day. But the doors weren’t enough to keep them away, so we went underground, to the tunnels, were we were finally forgotten.

But where one danger subsided, another emerged. Once underground, we had to fend off the dangers of ferals, mutants, mirelurks, and even deathclaws.

While we were below, above the Enclave were making moves. They took siege of the White House, eradicating any mutant threat, and posted guards all around the city to make sure no threat was possible. As time passed, all other connections were destroyed, and more and more fled underground. They destroyed GNR, disabled all vaults. Megaton, Tenpenny Tower, Rivet City, were all swept through.

Now there are two sides. There are the Enclave, a massive beast that rules everything above ground, then there are the Damned, the group of derelict misfits, all too weak to name themselves the resistance. All they did was survive for scraps that we find, and attempt to defend ourselves from the terrors that also lurk in the dark, dank, underworld.

Then, something happened, one man rose from our little settlement and appointed himself leader. That same man was that man that single-handedly led us above ground, through D.C., and past it. Past the Pitt That man’s name was Calvin Cowell.

Now, the year is 2280, we now reside above ground in New York city. We have been accepted and welcomed by our fellow residents, and now I am proud to say that we have a Resistance. We call ourselves the Risen, and just like my father has saved us once, I plan to make sure he didn’t die for nothing. For I heard that the Enclave are headed up North, and when they get here, I will be ready.



How does that sound, or would it sound better as an RP?

Some fled D.C., the others who remained ran for the Museum of History, a.k.a. Underworld, where we still cower to this day. But the doors weren’t enough to keep them away, so we went underground, to the tunnels, were we were finally forgotten.

While we were below, above the Enclave were making moves. They took siege of the White House, eradicating any mutant threat, and posted guards all around the city to make sure no threat was possible. As time passed, all other connections were destroyed, and more and more fled underground. They destroyed GNR, disabled all vaults. Megaton, Tenpenny Tower, Rivet City, were all swept through.

Then, something happened, one man rose from our little settlement and appointed himself leader. That same man was that man that single-handedly led us above ground, through D.C., and past it. Past the Pitt That man’s name was Calvin Cowell.