It was in the year 2794 when the war broke out.  The small town I lived in was caught in the crossfire of Nuclear missiles.  The explosions were deafening, and everyone was running to the shelter dug into the side of a nearby hill. I was the only one who made it.  With the food and water stocked up there, I lasted two months.  But while I was sleeping behind a pair of two foot thick blast doors, some marauders stole the rest of my supplies.  I could have lasted two years in that place if they hadn't stolen my stuff!  I'm out to get them, they'll pay for what they did.
I hope you like this skin that I made, this is the first contest I've entered, and I hope to be a finalist in this one!