In the grim light, of the not so far future.
There is only war.
The light was graced us by the nations... gifts of stars in the form of nuclear weapons, tactical and in-conventional alike. It is grim for the human lives sacrificed to that god forsaken war. Like so many candles lit at night to keep the monsters away they vanished... millions of humans, and for what? Gundanium metal.
In the early 1800's, a scientist by the name of Earliem Prescott established the idea that there may indeed be sentient life in the galaxy besides that existing upon earth. He founded his hypothesis with forms of experimentation in different environments and developed a massive transceiver.. and broadcasting and receiving device in one, it was massive, a satellite dish the size of a small lake.
Later in his life, Prescott went mad... babbling on about random calculations and swearing that he had received certain signals from an outside source. This information was never proven, but people continued to monitor the equipment on a fundamental level over the past two and a half centuries.
Twenty years ago, his own bloodline gave the order that would officially demise those same sentient life forms.
William J Prescott III, the 45th president of the United States of America, (Yes, related to 'Treys Prescott', the famous wasteland sniper), gave the executive order to launch tactical nuclear missiles upon the descending Asteroid of unknown composition. The asteroid was projected to obliterate Washington DC sometime in the next week, and the deadline was upon them.
Fortunately the United States launched more missiles than were actually necessary to break the meteor up into smaller pieces and scatter it over the planet. Unfortunately, the 'Reciprocals', otherwise known as the harvesters who were supposed to be collecting the Gundanium from Earth once it had landed, had their Mothership, CZ-203, in the direct trajectory of the third of these missiles.
It was downed in the middle of the Atlantic ocean...
But of course, all of the other cloaked destroyers around the world began hitting human cities with high powered particle cannons. Starting with Moscow... because they didn't know any better.
Russia began nuking the destroyers... which would destroy half a city and spread the fallout radiation when they collapsed upon earth.
North Korea, thinking they could get away with it, nuked South Korea... China Nuked Japan... where a United states base was.
The United states Nuked China back...
...Everyone hit the red button.
That was forty two years ago.
Since then, the remnants of humanity... what there is left, have begun departing their vaults and old war bunkers or facilities.
Mech's have sprung up... mobile suits, used by the Aliens during the war. Most of the aliens are now dead... their ships simple smoldering husks. The majority of people don't even know what they look like because the ships are so radioactive.. most of them.
Humanity adapted the concept of the mobile suits, especially the 'Genesis Federation'... Run by a mysterious man known as Joseph Oswell. He, with his board of directors, had predicted the fall of humanity and were set up for it when the apocalypse hit.
Upon humanity exiting their bunkers or vaults, the Federation picks them up and places them to work, either in the military, or some other department... for their own.. protection.
The Federation is the predominant form of government and control in what used to be known as the 'United States' and southern Canada.
The wastes... for there are many of them, are partially, or wholly radioactive lands, devoid of most vegitation or life, but inhabited by some of the darkest carnivores. Mutated creatures... even humans. There are raiders, bicycle sized locust' and undead bunny rabbits.
...Just kidding about the rabbits... there are squirrels.
You begin your adventure with this knowledge... there is only war ahead.
Mobile Suit Gundam
D20 Post-Apocalyptic Survival
Tags: Gundam, Mobile suit, Anime, apocalypse, fall out
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