User:PariahX28031

In the godless wastes of Montana, the lone PariahX salvages prewar tech amongst the urban ruins of massive cities that had cropped up due to the booming clean energy industries in the latter half of the 21st century. When the war came, Great Falls, which had several nuclear silos on the outskirts, suffered several direct hits. It held a prewar population of around 900,000, and only half of this population made it to the vault. Now it is known simply as "The Falls", and is populated by super mutants and ghouls for the most part though it is prosperous and a trade hub between Spokane and Billings. Other cities, like Missoula in western Montana, also suffered a direct hit. In prewar days this city was a liberal college town and known as Zoo city for its eclectic mix of people of all types. In the centuries following the war it became a urban ruin filled with packs of feral ghouls, centaurs, super-mutants and raider gangs, ironically dubbing it "The Zoo", by caravans who were unfortunate enough to pass through the city and survive. There are numerous vaults north of the urban ruins, dotted throughout the Rattlesnake wilderness and rumors of the Brotherhood having a well established bunker in that area as well. Pariah knows the Courier well, but has not heard from him for sometime, ever since he'd passed through on his way to accept a job in the south.. He'd warned him about heading to the Mojave, as the last time the Pariah had been down there had resulted with a run-in with "that Bishop bastard" and had been left for dead in Golgotha. During his time in Nevada, PariahX had also traveled extensively with the Chosen One, and apparently still owes him 100 caps for money loaned to him when he purchased a Fat Man from the 188. yet with the nuke launcher, Pariah has managed to carve a niche out of The Zoo and establish a small amount of security for survivors. He spends most of his days drinking whisky and taking pot shots at ghouls and mutants with his Fat Man, and when not beating raiders to death with his trusty Toaster of Doom he is frequently pissing of the caravans by turning the valley into a crater scared landscape.