A man pushes a dusty, cushy chair across an even more dusty floor. His dog follows behind as if wishing to help. The man pushes it next to a jukebox. He then takes a screwdriver, removes a panel and tweaks around inside for few seconds. He then gets up and presses a few buttons on the machine. As the
music starts, he leans back in the chair with his dog by his side. The view pans out to reveal the building to be largely dilapidated. The environment surrounding looks scorched and abandoned, a stark contrast to the starry night above.
That's life, that's what all the people say.
You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June!War. War never changes. Cro-Magnon against Neanderthal. Alexander against the World. Axis against the Allies. Every time, Man against Man. The Great War was started and ended in a day. Bombs going off in the distance everywhere you looked. Humanity was preserved in giant, underground fallout shelters called Vaults. What the Vault dwellers didn't know is that these were giant social experiments by the Government. Most people thought the Great War would end it all. Looks like they were wrong.
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem,
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream,
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around!March 22nd, 2060. Vaul-Tec Offices Conference Room.
Four men are seated at the large table while the rest of the office is at lunch.
"Alright, sick and sadistic social experiments. Go."
"We convince the Vault dwellers the Overseer is omnipotent and God-like."
"Meh, we'll consider it."
"Twenty men. Ten women. One panther."
"I saw that video once. Pretty disgusting."
"No, as an experiment."
"That's just f***ed up. Tim, got anything?"
"People go in. Door stays open."
"... Mick, back to your idea."
"Pretty simple. We put a panther in the Vault. See how people react."
"Excellent. Let's sneak that into the fine print. Next order of business: The descent into traditional economies since all currency will be null."
"Couldn't they just use bottle caps?"
"Who the Hell would use bottle caps?"
That's life
I tell ya, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting baby,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it.
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try,
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly!And then the Great War. A lotta cans of sunshine exploding all over the place. The residents were quickly rushed into their Vaults. They were in for a surprise.
October 23rd, 2077. Vault 43 Atrium.
It's dark. Everyone's scared.
"Joe, it's dark and I'm scared."
"I know, Mary. Steve, you find the lights yet?"
"I think so."
"Grrrr..."
"There we go. Let there be- HOLYS***APANTHER!"
"Close to me, Mary. What the Hell is it doing here!?"
"I have the keys to the armory! I'll- GAHHHHH!"
"Oh my God! It killed the Overseer!"
"Actually, it seems kinda peaceful now."
"Um, whose the new Overseer?"
"Well, with the destruction of the American Government, we are now under Natural Law."
"That thing killed the leader, so..."
"The panther is the Overseer now. Huh."
"I wasn't up for following that tool anyway. I'm in."
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out,
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,
I just pick myself up and get back in the race!And so the Vault denizens survived the Apocalypse. The panther, whom was affectionately named Sooba, ruled generously and fairly. They cloned him for research, but sure enough, he won't seem to die. He currently has 47 living children and 10 dead (all cloned). He is 106 years old. The Vault dwellers worked happily at there jobs and slept soundly (or party hard) at night. Yes it was a peaceful existence for almost a hundred years. Every week there is a meeting of the minds in the Overseers office. The Master of Science and Medicine (Dr. Stan Cold), the Chief of Security (Chief Anthony Stark), the Panther Keeper (Jackie Chan) and the Overseer (still Sooba) meet, usually to discuss what their families are up to and to bad talk the Alchies (maintenance crew). But today, the subject matter is drastically changed.
March 13th, 2177. Overseers Office.
"So my daughter was met with...."
"We'd eventually have to mate with our cousins."
"... Stan, what the Hell are you talking about?"
"It's far down the road, but if the numbers I ran through my head are correct, we'd have to mate with our cousins or die out."
"Huh. Well, we'll cross that road when we get there."
"..."
"Am I the only one still disturbed with this thought?"
"Nope."
"Not at all."
"Alright, so we'll have to open the door and find more women."
"By we, do you mean a group of nubile, expendable youth in there prime?"
"Do I ever mean anything else?"
"Purr..."
"Alright. Any ideas on who to recruit?"
"Yes."
"Yep."
"I do as well. Let's meet back here when we round 'em up."
That's life,
That's life and I can't deny it,
Many times I thought of cutting out ,
But my heart won't buy it,
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here July,
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die!The world ain't what it used to be out there anymore. But War? War never changes.
Stan Cold Presents
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