Caelwyn:
Before the bombs, people loved costumes.
Clowns. Soldiers. Mascots. Smiling men in suits.
Stacy:
Those were decorations.
The real masks didn’t look like masks.
Caelwyn:
Jobs.
Stacy:
Functions.
Caelwyn:
Titles.
Stacy:
Exactly.
Caelwyn:
Before the War, no one said: I am lying to myself.
They said: This is my responsibility.
Stacy:
And responsibility was sliced thin.
So thin no one could feel its weight anymore.
Caelwyn:
Vault-Tec didn’t wear a villain’s mask.
Stacy:
They wore reassurance.
Caelwyn:
Governments didn’t pretend nothing was wrong.
Stacy:
They pretended it was handled.
Caelwyn:
And people believed them.
Stacy:
Because belief was easier than stopping the machine.
Caelwyn:
So the mask wasn’t deception.
Stacy:
It was participation.
Caelwyn:
Do you think they knew?
Stacy:
Some did.
Caelwyn:
And the rest?
Stacy:
They trusted the roles to think for them.
Caelwyn:
That sounds familiar.
Stacy:
It should.
We’re still doing it. Just with fewer lights.
Caelwyn:
So before the bombs, masks weren’t about hiding faces.
Stacy:
They were about hiding consequences.
Caelwyn:
And when the bombs fell—
Stacy:
—the masks didn’t burn.
Caelwyn:
They hardened.
Stacy:
Into doctrine.
Into factions.
Into uniforms that promise order in a world that no longer has it.
Caelwyn:
So Fallout isn’t about losing our masks.
Stacy:
It’s about discovering what they were made of.
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