War, War Never Changes.
It may never be known the full extent the Vault program reached in the days before and immediately after the bombs fell. It was common knowledge in the year 2277 that many of the vaults weren't just ways to ensure survivors of the atomic war but many of the vaults were designated for social and scientific experiments. These experiments often had horrific results but there was one piece of information about the experiments that few overseers knew - and those that did know had one mutual thought.
For some reason, the computer systems always gave priority to the demands and needs of Vault 200 and whatever was going on the overseers who knew of it also knew of the experiments - and they all pitied the poor souls involved.
And they were right too. Vault 200 wasn't advertised and only the best of the best of the scientific crop was invited for Project: Fresh Start. A radical departure from the normal vault, Vault 200 had a different goal in mind. To take everything they learned from the other vault experiments and apply it toward creating a new human race from the genes up. The idea was to creature machines and processes that would wait quietly in the dark until 200 years had passed when the radiation had come back down to safe levels, then growing pods would kick in to create genetically sculpted human beings - free of defects, superior in genetics, and from them they'd create a new society that revered VaultTec and the Enclave like Gods. A race of superhumans whose superiority to any other creatures of the wastelands and to any other survivors would only be matched by their loyality to the descendents of the very people who caused the war to start with.
200 years passed, and the machines kicked on to begin their work but things went wrong. Machines degrade over time, most of the pods simply failed to function either wasting their genetic material entirely or creating little more then a pile of dead tissue. On top of that the Vault Dweller, the Lone Wanderer, the Courier - legends of the Wastelands came forth and by the time the genetically augmented and mentally programmed humans were ready to hatch from their pods the gods of these Homo Superior were dead.
The goal was to make 200 hundred of these Homo Superior, but few pods produced results and fewer still could mentally handle the burden of knowing that the beings they were literially born and bred to serve were dead. Of the surviving specimens most would end their lives rather then go on. In fact, after all was said and done, there was only one male Homo Superior - the only male whose survival instinct was stronger then the despondence at the existential crisis of his life.
But one male can spread his genes and propogate his species so very well when motivated...OOC: A tribute game based on the Fallout games with an E edge.
Basic Premise - Vault 200 was secret even by Vault standards as it's goal wasn't to save its inhabitants but to automatically create genetically augmented humans dubbed "Homo Superior" 200 years after the bombs fell when radiation levels would be safe again. The idea was that these men and women would be superior to normal humans, subservient to the Enclave, and in time replace normal Homo Sapians. However, things didn't go as planned and instead of a colony's worth of "Homo Superior" they got a small handful at best including only one male. [Whether he's the only "Homo Superior" or there are a few others but they are all female is something we can discuss.]
Hoping for heavy smut but by no means all smut, say 50-50, as he basically has two goals now - to impregnate as many normal Homo Sapian women as he can with his Homo Superior genes and obviously to survive in the Wastelands. What it means to be Homo Superior exactly can be discussed, as well as if we use some sort of system to cover this.
Either way, this should be fun.