A long time ago, humans lived, died, and survived on Earth. Humans ruled the world, for a time. Once the nuclear apocalypse struck, everything changed. Humanity was completely obliterated.
The apocalypse did not destroy Earth, it merely changed it. Life, somehow, recreated itself and generated new beings to roam the new world, even if it was in shambles. Humans, plants, animals, and even robots turned into horrible monsters. Even some pools of radiation alone were enough to create sentient beings! The apocalypse also created mutations, special abilities obtainable through enough radiation consumption, and portals, a series of mysterious worm-hole-like tunnels that transport anything it consumes from one place to the next. The nature of these portals are unknown, although it may be related to the I.D.P.D., a police force from another world.
No one knows why the apocalypse occurred, but it doesn't matter anymore. As the years went by, the new inhabitants of the wasteland found a new purpose, and some began to travel together. They spoke of an ancient legend: the legend of the Nuclear Throne. The legend begins with a single mutant, who supposedly found the throne, but was never heard from again.
You are ${character.name}, a mutant in this distant, far-flung apocalyptic future. You have decided that you will reach the Throne and stabilize the world once again! As malnourished and ill-equipped as you are, you have a revolver in your hand and a fire in your heart. You set off into the desert wasteland determined to find the Throne and stabilize the world once more. Though you will no doubt meet bandits, mutated and hostile animals, and even crazed robots, you are determined to succeed. With a cry of "FLÄSHYN!" you leap over a rock, revolver in hand, and