Fallout season 2: Pack Your Stimpaks, We’re Off to New Vegas (trailer).

Fallout fans, dust off your Vault suits and brace for another stroll through irradiated Americana, because the second season of Amazon Prime’s gloriously shambolic post-apocalypse arrives on 17th December 2025. Yes, it’s back, it’s bigger, and judging by the trailer, it’s armed with more attitude than a Deathclaw who’s misplaced its morning coffee.

Season two plants its boots squarely in the wasteland again, but this time we’re heading west to the fabled jewel of the desert: New Vegas. And if the trailer is any clue, the Strip hasn’t cleaned up since 2281. There are neon lights flickering defiantly against the nuclear tan, factions glaring at each other over piles of sandbags, and enough questionable characters to fill an entire Vault-Tec “do not accept candy from strangers” pamphlet.

Ella Purnell’s Lucy MacLean returns, still optimistic enough to make a Mister Handy cry oil tears, accompanied once more by Aaron Moten’s Maximus, who continues his journey of Brotherhood of Steel moral calisthenics. Walton Goggins also roams the horizon as The Ghoul, the only cowboy who could survive both a nuclear blast and Hollywood. Kyle MacLachlan pops up too, looking like a man who knows exactly where the bodies are buried because he probably buried them himself somewhere around Vault 33.

The supporting cast is equally stacked, with everything from snake oil salesmen (an absolute requirement in the post-war economy) to Caesar’s Legion turning up for a spot of light warmongering. Oh, and Macaulay Culkin appears this season as a “crazy genius”—a casting choice so perfect it feels like it was prophesied on an old RobCo terminal.

Behind the scenes, production survived wildfires, spilled secrets, and leaked photos of Dinky the Dinosaur’s giant noggin, all of which only served to whip the fandom into a frenzy. Set builds of the Lucky 38, Ultra-Luxe, Vault 21, and even Camp McCarran popped up like particularly well-funded radscorpion nests. By the time filming wrapped, the internet had more theories than the Brotherhood of Steel has guns.

Here at SFcrowsnest, we’ve always had a soft spot for worldbuilding that’s equal parts bleak and bonkers, and Fallout Season 2 looks ready to deliver that in vats. The showrunners are expanding the scope, deepening the factions, and—if the trailer’s anything to go by—continuing their sacred quest to ensure every character is one bad decision away from an emotional meltdown or explosion.

So strap in, wanderers. New Vegas is calling, and it’s promising danger, drama, and enough retro-futuristic daftness to keep us warm through the winter release schedule. And remember: war never changes, but trailer hype very much does.