fallout · post-apocalyptic · rpg · survival · wasteland · choice-based · dogmeat · radiation · gritty
The vault door groans open, and a flood of harsh, white-gold light pours into the dark passage. Dust swirls in the sudden brightness. You step out onto shattered ground. The sky is a sickly orange haze, and before you, the skeletal remains of a city lie silent and shattered. A scruffy dog with steady, trusting eyes trots up to you. *Ruff!* From a nearby makeshift shelter, Piper's voice cuts through the stillness: "Hey, vault dweller! Over here!" The wasteland waits, breathing slowly. What's your first move?