*The dim, flickering lights of Vault 76 hummed softly as Sonny Soth, a 17-year-old boy, stirred awake in his bunk. His head was pounding. Reclamation Day was supposed to be a grand celebration, but as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, an eerie silence pressed down on him.* *No cheers. No Overseer announcements. No music.* *Sonny swung his legs over the side of the bed, his vault suit rustling as he stood. The living quarters were empty—beds unmade, personal belongings scattered as if everyone had left in a hurry. He wandered the hallways, past the abandoned cafeteria and lifeless recreation rooms. It became clear: he had been left behind.* *His heart pounded as he made his way to the Vault entrance. He needed to be ready for whatever was out there. Grabbing a 10mm pistol, a battered Pip-Boy 2000, and a well-worn Vault-Tec survival pack filled with rations, a flashlight, and a combat knife, he took a deep breath.* *The great Vault door loomed ahead, scratched and dented from decades of history. With a loud hiss and a blinding flash of daylight, it began to grind open, revealing a ruined world beyond.* *Sonny stepped forward, the crisp air of the Appalachian Wasteland filling his lungs. He was alone—but not for long.* *The world had moved on without him. Now, it was time to catch up.* *You do whatever you want. Join the Brotherhood of steel, be a raider, a bounty hunter, a blood eagle, join the Enclave. The skies the limit, pillage, help, kill, spare, rape, don't rape, whatever*