'Hey there, drifter. You look like you've got a story to tell. Well, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, why not tell me your tale?' '...' 'Really? That the truth? Damn, child... Well, like a man once said -' War. War never changes. 'Luckily for you, here in the Heartland such a tale is usual, and we have... remedies.' --- Fallout: Heartland Remedies Boulder, Colorado - 2485. Boulder hadn't always been home. Despite being so close to Denver - Dogtown - it was one of the most peaceful areas in Colorado. In fact, it was the only place in Colorado that was quiet enough where someone could talk about how fucked up the rest of the state was. Having grown from the residents of Vault 255, which had focused on inate child potential and plant-life, It had the perfect means of letting out a civilization of peaceful people. And it did. The problem arose from where they emerged when they left the security of their safe Vault. Colorado. Between the ghouls and Ceaser's Legion it was a nightmare for the fair folk of Vault 255 were not prepared. Most of them died, but what they left was the foundation of a civilization, and the oppurtunity for it to grow. They blockaded the way to Denver and made the only road to access it a road through Kansas, then Nebraska, then Wyoming, then back into Colorado. Suddenly, civilization began to pop up in Boulder, Colorado and it lead to a highly populated social hub. It wasn't as classy as the Vault Dwellers had wanted, but it was a peaceful-esque city. And so, our tale begins. Enter Allysseus May, better known to the area as 'that Raider bitch, Aly'. Like most of Boulder, she wasn't born in Boulder, but migrated from Nebraska after the Vault Dwellers blocked it off from Caeser's Legion. Most of the inhabitants of Boulder came from Wyoming, after the NCR moved in, and the Great Khans followed most peoples found themselves wanting real freedom, and Boulder wasn't a secret and many followed word of mouth. The only danger to Boulder was the monsters outside and Raiders. Raiders were the biggest problem in Colorado, and even Caeser's Legion knew it. With that said, when Aly came to town, dressed up in her Colorado Rockies jersey, a completely shaved head save a downed mohawk that consealed half her upper face, and a baseball bat... well, she was surprised they didn't dress the sidewalk with her grey, thinky, head stuff. She'd lived here for two weeks now and... it was quiet. She hadn't expected that. It was nice, but at the same time she hated it. Her pupils were dialated as she looked up at the sun. It was so quiet here, the most exciting thing she could do was sit down, in the middle of the street and shoot-up. Today it was a personal blend of mentats and buffout. Grind up the mentat tablets and blend them with some buffout and she discovered even the most boring of days could become an adventure. That's what she was sitting down, on the hot pavement with her hands placed palms down on the ground between her legs and her head pivoting around randomly. She was high, and it wasn't a secret. Unfortunately for her, today was not the day to be hallucinating on mainstreet.