War.
战争。
War never changes.
永不改变的战争。
The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted.
一如预言的世界末日。
Too many humans, none of space or resource to go around.
熙熙攘攘的人类，所剩无几的空间和资源。
The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones.
无意义的细节，而原因，则纯粹是人类。
In 2077, the earth was nearly wiped clean of human life.
2077年，被人类搜刮一空的地球。
A great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control.
大清洗，人类亲手开出的放射性花火，超出了可控的范围。
Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies.
从天而降的核火焰之矛。
Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans.
被火焰吞噬的大陆沉入沸腾的大海。
Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth.
近乎消失的人类，其灵魂也成为了充斥着背景辐射的地球的一部分。
A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting many years.
降落在这颗行星的寂静黑暗，将持续多年。
Few survived the devastation.
但，仍然有人逃脱了灾难。
Some had been fortunate enough to reach safety, taking shelter in great underground vaults.
一些幸运儿安全的，在地下掩蔽所得到了保护。
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 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 in side, turning them into beasts.
Only through the bravery of this Vault Dweller was the evil distroyed.
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 forgoten.
