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The Intro Voiceover (Fallout 4) - How I Would Change It

This is a rewrite of the Fallout 4 intro slides, but from a different speaker (since I didn't want a voiced protagonist) and with some different meanings behind it. Enjoy :)

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The Fallout 4 logo appears on the black screen, then fades back out to a plain black screen.

Then, in the darkness, a voice says the following:

  • We’re all...human.

Two seconds after that line ends, the screen cuts to

  • From the moment when true intelligence first fired off within a primate brain, the human race has done marvelous things.
  • Art, science, education, architecture, civilized society - all products of that one...tiny...spark.
  • During the height of the Second World War, humanity found itself at a crossroads.
  • Whether we took the correct path or not is up for debate, but the result is not.
  • Nuclear power. The ability to split the very foundation of matter; and in doing so, release a power the world had never seen before.
  • And the world wanted more.
  • Despite it’s earth-shattering force, the brightest minds of the time quickly came to the conclusion that this devastation could be harnessed.
  • Rather than bringing death, it could fuel the start of a new golden age for humankind.
  • Decades passed, carrying with them the rise of nuclear energy. From uranium-powered cars to robot butlers running on fission reactors, the era of the atom had taken the planet by storm.
  • Though, not all felt the boons of innovation.
  • Many places around the world fought tooth and nail for a stake in the ever-dwindling resource pool.
  • The Chinese invaded Alaska in the winter of 2066, marking the beginning of a long, painful war. A war for the future of our civilization.
  • By this point, you may very well be asking, “Why does any of this matter? What purpose does it serve?”
  • This walk through history...think of it as an introduction. The preamble to a story that will be remembered long after the curtain falls.
  • Our stage is Boston. The city of my birth, and no doubt the city of my death. The year is 2068. And our main character...well. You’ll see.
  •  We’re all human.
  • I just hope that, in the end, you can forgive me.
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