After the world ended and civilisation quite literally ate itself, life became impossible. But we try not to let that stop us. We remain hidden, we keep ourselves distracted, and that way we stay safe from the horrors that haunt the world outside. For out there is a forty year desolation: a wasteland void of human spirit, but full of hungry, once human mouths. Unfortunately, this is also where all the Spam is.
In order to eat we must leave safety and pick the bones of a bygone era. The golden rule out there is simple: Don’t get eaten. We stay out of sight, and when we can’t do that, we run. But every survivor knows that sometimes the only choice is to fight, and to fight good and hard. That’s what we know. That’s what we are. We are survivors.
Or, at least… I used to be.
It’s funny. When fate sees fit to number your days - when all chance of survival is taken from the survivor - only two things remain. There’s a fighter wondering how far it can get, and there’s a person contemplating how far they could have gone. When it comes to this, there’s really only one thing to do.
Grab your weapons. Collect your thoughts. Say goodbye.
After the world ended and civilisation quite literally ate itself, life became impossible. But we try not to let that stop us. We remain hidden, we keep ourselves distracted, and that way we stay safe from the horrors that haunt the world outside. For out there is a forty year desolation: a wasteland void of human spirit, but full of hungry, once human mouths. Unfortunately, this is also where all the Spam is.
In order to eat we must leave safety and pick the bones of a bygone era. The golden rule out there is simple: Don’t get eaten. We stay out of sight, and when we can’t do that, we run. But every survivor knows that sometimes the only choice is to fight, and to fight good and hard. That’s what we know. That’s what we are. We are survivors.
Or, at least… I used to be.
It’s funny. When fate sees fit to number your days - when all chance of survival is taken from the survivor - only two things remain. There’s a fighter wondering how far it can get, and there’s a person contemplating how far they could have gone. When it comes to this, there’s really only one thing to do.
Grab your weapons. Collect your thoughts. Say goodbye.