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Give me
a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination
will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart,
I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on
Give me
a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination
will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on
When I'm alone with my fancies...
I'll be with you
Weaving romances...
making believe they're true
Give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination
will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
War. War never changes.
The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted.
Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around.
The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, purely human ones.
The Earth was nearly wiped clean of life.
A great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control.
Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies.
Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans.
Humanity was almost extinguished,
their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the Earth.
A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting many years.
Few survived the devastation.
Some had been fortunate enough to reach safety, taking shelter in great underground vaults.
When the great darkness passed, these vaults opened,
and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again.
One of the northern tribes claims they are descended from one such Vault.
They hold that their founder and ancestor,
one known as the "Vault Dweller," once saved the world from a great evil.
According to their legend, this evil arose in the far south.
It corrupted all it touched, twisting men inside, turning them into beasts.
Only through the bravery of this Vault Dweller was the evil destroyed.
But in so doing, he lost many of his friends and suffered greatly,
sacrificing much of himself to save the world.
When at last he returned to the home he had fought so hard to protect, he was cast out.
Exiled.
In confronting that which they feared,
he had become something else in their eyes... and no longer their champion.
Forsaken by his people, he strode into the wasteland.
He traveled far to the north, until he came to the great canyons.
There, he founded a small village, Arroyo, where he lived out the rest of his years.
And so, for a generation since its founding, Arroyo has lived in peace,
its canyons sheltering it from the outside world.
It is home. Your home.
But the scars left by the war have not yet healed. And the Earth has not forgotten.
Come in, Chosen One. There are things you must know.
The village is dying. The signs are everywhere.
withering crops...
dying brahmin...
sick children.
There is hope, however. A slim hope that few know of.
The old disks speak of an item called the Garden of Eden Creation Kit.
It is said it can bring life to the wasteland.
This will be your quest if you prove yourself worthy.
For that proof, you must first journey to the Temple of Trials.
If you survive, come back to me we will talk more.
Our life is in your hands, Chosen One.
Prove yourself. Find the GECK. Be our salvation.