History doesn't say who detonated the Reality Bomb. In the end, it doesn't matter. Things were how they had always been; then, suddenly, they weren't, and never would be again. As the R-Bomb concussion rolled outwards in all directions, some places managed to shield themselves - most didn't. The world became multiple, unstable, rife with heightened terror and beauty both. A mutable Garden of Earthly Delights. A Plastic Wasteland.