Good fight guys, you were definitely ready for us this time. Damn shame, I liked that metal armor.
The year is 2239. Ghouls number in the hundreds of thousands dead from gang-related genocide. This day, the 9th of February, is a travesty far greater. The worst gang in the game, who every other gang looks down upon -The NCR Shortbus- is given The Little Engine That Could treatment, and supported well beyond what would be reasonable and rational. A full rainbow of colors sprinkled The Den this day, and soon after, so did the body parts of wasteland patriots.
ARWH, the heroes of this story, were greatly outnumbered, but rushed to defend justice anyway. Even dead, these men were a hundred times the full force of their enemies. Not just in power, but in integrity. ARWH would stand stronger later. Their numbers would be saturated with good men, and the injustice that was what transpired in The Den this day would be undone. Boiling under the surface of the Polak Pandemonium was trouble. Trouble for evil. Trouble for injustice. Trouble for the enemies of freedom everywhere.
ARWH will grow stronger.