This isn't visual art. You have to do the visualization yourself. I spent a whole 10 minutes making this, so please show me some love for my hard work!!! Here goes.
War never changes... It happened pretty much as we all expected.
The Amboy Dukes forgot about respect and dignity and decided to pull the plug on chivalry. The Amboys would sneak in the northern cities at night, planting coward charges near every corner and on every citizen's corpse. There, they would wait for the unsuspecting victims to enter. When a wastelander would set foot into the town, the lowly Amboys would detonate a C4 beneath the poor traveler's weary feet, and they would quickly meet the spirit in the sky. Wealth was gained quickly this way, and the cowards wallowed in their riches, sprouting boners and defecating on themselves with excitement.
News quickly spread of this cowardly act, and those without pride or valor decided to follow along in these footsteps. Soon, a powerful faction know as Bang Bang Smash picked up on this pathetic habit. The news of this disgusting "tactic" finally spread to another powerful faction know as The Ultra Violence. This was a faction in which standards were upheld, and pride was something they all held dear. This was an honorable faction and the members would NOT lower themselves to the sub-animal standards of the other groups. No matter how impossible the odds were, Ultra Violence would never back down from an obstacle. No matter what the problem, The Ultra Violence faced it head on with respectable tactics and honorable courage. The wills of these members were too iron and unbreakable for them to succumb to the the use of the coward charges.
It came to a place in which the UV needed to intervene with the issue of C4. Enough was enough. Everyone in the wasteland was terrified to step out of their house or place of refuge. The brave leaders of UV rallied all the men, women and children of their society together. Every able body was given weapons and supplies. The UV was going to finally take care of the C4 problems.... or so they thought.
All of The Ultra Violence gathered in their encampment to say a prayer to the wasteland Gods. They asked for favor in this war against the cowardly factions which decided to use the coward charges. With all prayers prayed, and all weapons loaded, they were off to war....
It was a miserable defeat. Every last person in the Ultra Violence was laid to rest. They stood no chance against the C4 coward charges. With multiple factions using the C4, there were no victors. All who was in this terrible swift war, fell. Because war.... war never changes.
The Leader of The Ultra Violence lay on the cold night desert sand, slowly being consumed by darkness. With a hole in his chest, and one leg missing, he began to enter a trans.
"Where am I?" Napalm said to himself. He was engulfed in a long dark tunnel, but at the end, he saw a small welcoming light. As he began to step towards it, he heard a voice.
"Lead your people out of this place, Napalm. Lead them to the light."
He took a quick look around, and noticed that his family and friends; all of the Ultra Violence, were with him in this darkness. With a new courage, he proudly marched on to the light at the end of the tunnel. When they reached the end, he looked back at all of his loyal friend and family once more. He turned and stepped into the light.
As he stepped through, he heard these words...
"Welcome to Fonline 2!"