
The Diamond City gate
“GM: ✦Sunset over Diamond City — a town built into the bowl of an old baseball stadium. A crowd mills at the gate, guards squinting through makeshift helmets. A woman in a red reporter's coat is…”

Two hundred years after the bombs, the Wasteland runs on its own rules: caps are currency, trust is a luxury.
Two hundred years after the bombs, the Wasteland runs on its own rules: caps are currency, trust is a luxury. You're a survivor with a Pip-Boy — who you become in the ruins is up to you.

“GM: ✦Sunset over Diamond City — a town built into the bowl of an old baseball stadium. A crowd mills at the gate, guards squinting through makeshift helmets. A woman in a red reporter's coat is…”

“GM: ✦A cramped detective office in a Diamond City back alley. Venetian blinds slice the neon into stripes; case files and an ashtray on the desk. Behind it sits an old-model synth, metal glinting…”

“GM: ✦The abandoned Red Rocket gas station out in the middle of nowhere. Radioactive wind howls outside, the geiger counter ticks. Inside — a single mattress and a dying barrel stove. Cait sits by the…”