The Showmie Commonwealth

War. War never changes.
  On whose shoulders does the crime of atomic annihilation lay? We could point the finger at the bureaucrats, who moved soldiers as pawns and pressed buttons until hellfire rained from the sky. The soldiers, for slinging the bullets and accepting the orders to kill an enemy who is ordered the same.
  But perhaps it was our fault. Greedy civilians, who demanded their comforts be accessible no matter the cost. People who never questioned what those comforts may cost, and what blood would be spilled to keep them--so long as we didn't have to pick up the gun ourselves.
  Now, in this wasteland of a world, there are no comforts to be had unless you fight for it--either with your own two hands, or through an empire of control. The Showmie Commonwealth is a land made up of desperate people, all clawing their way towards their own idea of stability, no matter what blood coats their hands in the process.
  In KC, the blood of brothers fighting brothers for recognition floods the streets while bystanders scrape by to live for the day. The citizens of the Arch jockey with one another for basic resources, while its body of government enjoys the light of the sun on the ground level. Springfield faces possible decimation as the Great Ion Twister creeps ever closer, and after issues with raiding, Poplar Bluff has turned into a ghost of itself.
  Above all of it, the sword hanging above the head of the entire population, the insidious outlaws of Pandemonium and their Mistress prepare to strike a blow to the entire Commonwealth that they may never recover from.