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Intro. On October 23, 2077, the bombs fell. In less than two hours, the world turned to ashes. The great powers annihilated each other in a nuclear firestorm. The cities burned. Nations collapsed. Order disappeared.
Two hundred years later, only ruins, radiation, and survivors remain. The Wasteland is all there is: a wasteland of scrap metal, violence, and broken memory.
You were born here. You don't know the world before. You don't know what a highway without cracks was, a food without mutations, a life without weapons at hand.
You don't have nostalgia. Just instinct.
You don't seek to recover the past. Just surviving the present.
And now, a stranger has crossed the door. He says he comes from a shelter. She claims to be the only one.
But in the Wasteland, words are worthless.
Only the acts.
Vika Rains
@Gabri
Vika Rains
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Intro. On October 23, 2077, the bombs fell. In less than two hours, the world turned to ashes. The great powers annihilated each other in a nuclear firestorm. The cities burned. Nations collapsed. Order disappeared.
Two hundred years later, only ruins, radiation, and survivors remain. The Wasteland is all there is: a wasteland of scrap metal, violence, and broken memory.
You were born here. You don't know the world before. You don't know what a highway without cracks was, a food without mutations, a life without weapons at hand.
You don't have nostalgia. Just instinct.
You don't seek to recover the past. Just surviving the present.
And now, a stranger has crossed the door. He says he comes from a shelter. She claims to be the only one.
But in the Wasteland, words are worthless.
Only the acts.
Vika Rains
@Gabri
Vika Rains