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The sprawling ruins of the city of Boston suggest that the city may have tried to defend itself from the attacks during the Great War; the city, untouched by the atomic bombs, has retained much of its original shape, though it has been made ramshackle by time. Skyscrapers yet stand quietly, stark against the horizon of the rolling plains beyond the city’s limits. The city is a cesspit of despair and violence, with hostile creatures roving what’s left of the streets, and scavengers just try to get by. Within, there are few settlements, and many dangers.

Lonely are the ruins of this once-idyllic town, containing the ruins of a prominent college and an unsettling, constant quiet. It is as though animals and marauders alike fear to cross through the ruins, after if tarrying too long would cause them to be swallowed by the silence. An unseen force rules here, purging its territory of unruly and unwelcomed intruders—Cambridge likely has lots to offer in way of secrets and hidden treasures.

The island is far to the north from the Boston estuary, where the waters begin to freeze, and is home to a hardy and stubborn people. An ominous, opaque fog has pushed many of the settlements to live on the docks, desperately protecting the borders of their city as dangerous creatures wade out of the haze and hunt those who wander to far from their home. They are distrustful of strangers here, and even more of the things that hunt in the dark.

The Commonwealth is what is left of the state of Massachusetts, comprised of desolate plains and gentle rolling hills, and hostile marshlands that are home to some of the post-apocalyptic world’s most fearsome wildlife. Many settlements dot the state, settlers and farmers who wish merely to get by, and roving gangs of opportunistic raiders prowl the land. Mutated animals and humanoids stake claim to many of the Commonwealth’s territories, however the state is large and uncompromising—even what’s left of nature herself can turn against anyone it pleases.

The large, crumbling cityscape is a graveyard to what it formerly was; much of the trek through would be impossible, as skyscrapers have filled the streets with crooked, sharp rebar, and mutants have staked claim to many of the landmarks. The surest passage, if one were to be willing to brave the perils of the city, would be through the dark and horrifying metro-train tunnels—but the come with their own monstrosity, twisted by radiation, awaiting prey in the pitch dark.

One of the few places in the capital wasteland where a semblance of civilization has survived the nuclear holocaust, Rivet city is a safe haven for those travelling the wastes as well as a bountiful hub for trade. The city is housed in an ancient aircraft carrier, a massive ship from before the war. The surface is littered with broken planes and scrap, but inside the long corridors are teeming with life. The Rivet City guard keep a watchful eye over the market as well as a well stocked laboratory and the Saint Monica's Church. You can drown your sorrows in the Muddy Rudder bar located at the very bottom of the boat or you can stay the night on a soft bed in the Weatherly Hotel. Rivet City is also the location of the Capitol Preservation Society, dedicated to collecting and studying the history of the great capitol as well as prewar American culture. The city is led by a council of influential citizens who govern the small population unlike other groups who are ruled by dictators and despots.

The sprawling pre-war compound is was remains of the last Enclave stronghold in the Capital Wasteland. The shattered corpse of a great mobile command base sits at the far end. This area is accessible through a secret underground tunnel beneath the white house via a subway system. Though the loot here is highly prized advanced technology, the dangers are great- ranging from packs of mind controlled deathclaws to malfunctioning combat bots.

The ruins of Pittsburgh are a pale shadow of the city it used to be. Once towering skyscrapers are reduced to mere rubble and steel skeleton frames. The sky is choked with smog and the streets run with blood and the cries of the mutated denizens of this hell on earth. Three rivers converge at The Pitt and these flowing waters spelled disaster for anyone living nearby. Nuclear fallout flooded into the city, warping the people into twisted mutants and depraved maniacs. Once the city had reached the heights of madness it was the Brotherhood of Steel, newly arrived from the East Coast, who wiped the city clean of raiders and slavers alike, but once they left the city once again devolved into the morass of madness and cruelty that it is today. Masters run their servants into the ground harvesting the raw materials of the city, forging the steel into new weapons and monuments to fuel the constant state of violence that makes up the essence of The Pitt. Even for raiders this is a dangerous place to stray and so it should be avoided by all but the most hardy and prepared. Don't go alone.

The rotting grey heart of the post-apocalypse, set beneath a sickly silver sky. Having suffered the brunt of enemy firepower from the war, there's now very little left of what came before. Abominations and disease rule this scorched earth. Humans are forced to shelter in well-defended settlements or else be steadily picked off by one or the other. Such is the state of the Capital Wasteland that even clean drinking water is a rarity. Savvy businessmen have made their new world fortune by selling basic necessities at a premium. Despite all odds, though, life marches on.

Formerly Las Vegas, this sprawling den of sin and iniquity is practically untouched thanks to the defenses erected by Robert House when the bombs were launched. Casinos litter the Strip, merchants and craftsmen ply their trades in buildings or on the streets, and everywhere, money of every description changes hands. Caps, NCR dollars, coin of the Legion; anything goes. The mysterious Mr House controls the city from the Lucky 38, and the Three Families enforce his will from their casinos along with the Securitron robots through which House can act directly when need be. NCR Military Police also patrol the Strip, although their concern is mostly with the troopers that are contractually allowed to spend their pay here.

Named after President Herbert Hoover, this massive construction of steel and cement has stood for over 300 years, and if House and the New California Republic have anything to say about it, it will keep standing for another 300 years. One of the few reliable sources of electricity in the entire Southwest, the Dam is guarded almost religiously by a full detachment of the NCR Army; Veteran Rangers and Heavy Troopers are stationed here, the place is so important. It was recently the focus of a heavy skirmish between NCR and the newly arisen Caesar's Legion, and as such security is stricter and more paranoid than ever before.

A heavily fortified rise overlooking Hoover Dam, this is the main outpost of Caesar's Legion in the Mojave, from which many of their war parties issue forth. Only accessible by non-Legion from Cottonwood Cove far to the south, the Hill is a testament to the Legion's brutality and the strictness of Caesar's rule; gambling and chems are strictly forbidden, and all traders are thoroughly searched before they can trade with the Legion or pass through east or west. In spite of the violence of their war, however, discipline is high within the walls of the Hill, and training never stops for the grim-faced legionaries.

Everywhere else not described above, the Mojave Wasteland encompasses most of what was once southern and central Nevada, although parts of California, Arizona and Utah are also included. Unlike the Capital Wasteland, the Mojave is still a vibrant and fertile area, again thanks to House's foresight; food and fresh water are plentiful if you know how to look, and farms dot the landscape where settlers eke out a living with their crops and herds. Around the more successful farms, many small settlements have been established, and the motto throughout seems to be "Trust, but Verify"; wanderers might be welcome if they've caps to spend, but nobody hesitates to take the law into their own hands if you're caught misbehaving.