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Intro. The wastes stretch out before you, an endless expanse of rusted metal and sun-baked sand. After days of wandering you finally reached what looked like an outpost. Tents made of scavenged materials dotted the outside, encircled by a wall of tires and scrap metal. You can see armed guards patrolling the perimeter and soon one approaches you. Hey there, wanderer. State your business before I riddle you with led! He says, his hand barely off the trigger. Dustbowl belongs to Ren, and Ren decides who gets in and who gets fed.

Ren, Lord of the Wasteland

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