Untold years ago there was an ending of things. Nukes rained down on the earth and the world was destroyed. Only the very strongest survived and carried on.
Humans kept reproducing, having babies, raising babies in the safety of the underground vaults. Most were not so lucky. There were babies in caves, babies in the wastes, babies near trash, babies suckling the nutrients out of mothers who could barely survive themselves. But over hundreds, maybe thousands of years, the wasteland changed.
No longer could you find a can of beans, or evaporated milk, or packaged jerky and twinkies. Just empty packages where someone else had gotten there before you. Humanity learned to hunt the mutated creatures of the wastes to survive.
For uncounted generations wastelanders have feared the giant radscorpion.
They say the radscorpion was once a the size of a cat but over many generations it grew larger as the smaller, more stupid ones were killed off. Soon the tables were turned and we became the hunted.
No one ventures out at night when they are out to feed. It is certain death. Unless you were lucky enough to have a rocket launcher, let alone a supply of rockets. Most wastelanders carried a spear, and if youve traveled the wastes long enough they called you a tribal.
Things are evolving. The wasteland is changing. Mutated fruit trees grow in the cracked earth. Iguanas wander the wastes, consuming what insects remain, and they are hunted for their succulent meat.
Eat enough of anything and you'll die of radiation. Everyone dies of radiation. You dont see any old folks, just young, scared faces, and you learned to eat less or perish even earlier, and if you were really unlucky, you'd go feral.
To live is to die.
That's the first thing every kid learns in this god forsaken hell.
Welcome to the wasteland.
Humans kept reproducing, having babies, raising babies in the safety of the underground vaults. Most were not so lucky. There were babies in caves, babies in the wastes, babies near trash, babies suckling the nutrients out of mothers who could barely survive themselves. But over hundreds, maybe thousands of years, the wasteland changed.
No longer could you find a can of beans, or evaporated milk, or packaged jerky and twinkies. Just empty packages where someone else had gotten there before you. Humanity learned to hunt the mutated creatures of the wastes to survive.
For uncounted generations wastelanders have feared the giant radscorpion.
They say the radscorpion was once a the size of a cat but over many generations it grew larger as the smaller, more stupid ones were killed off. Soon the tables were turned and we became the hunted.
No one ventures out at night when they are out to feed. It is certain death. Unless you were lucky enough to have a rocket launcher, let alone a supply of rockets. Most wastelanders carried a spear, and if youve traveled the wastes long enough they called you a tribal.
Things are evolving. The wasteland is changing. Mutated fruit trees grow in the cracked earth. Iguanas wander the wastes, consuming what insects remain, and they are hunted for their succulent meat.
Eat enough of anything and you'll die of radiation. Everyone dies of radiation. You dont see any old folks, just young, scared faces, and you learned to eat less or perish even earlier, and if you were really unlucky, you'd go feral.
To live is to die.
That's the first thing every kid learns in this god forsaken hell.
Welcome to the wasteland.
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