the year is 2267, the post-war landscape wasn’t the prettiest.. but there wasn’t much one could do to fix that instead of live in the moment. Fallout had begun long ago, everything was stuck in the classical roaring 60s-50s look. Cheap diners, teal kitchens and fancy floating cars.

Rocket City, known as the crown jewel of the barren wasteland, the New York of the fallout, the capital of riches and wealth. People go there to gamble and make it big, but few ever see the big screen.

The soup in the pot softly boiled over a medium heat, Stirred by a wooden spoon. Roxy had just started making dinner, starting with the broth and slicing chicken into bits to make good ole’ soup.. what a doll Roxy was, living in high-rise over the sparkling city.. dressing in poodle skirts and items straight off of the front magazine of a 60’s woman’s clothing magazine.