Author Topic: Wasteland: Evolved (innawoods) NO SLOTS LEFT  (Read 20509 times)

oops. I pull in to a diner. "Welp, here we are. Let's eat and then go get some gas."
"Alrighty then." I make sure the gun is still in my pocket. I open the door and step out.

I begin walking down the runway and see a plane. I pat my G3, but keep the sling on and don't hold it. I begin slowly walking towards the plane, keeping a eye out.

As I see a man approaching, I put my hand on my Python, "Hey hold it, who are you?"

As I see a man approaching, I put my hand on my Python, "Hey hold it, who are you?"
"Woah, don't shoot! I ain't hostile! My name's Matthew Lee. I came because I saw a plane fly overhead."

"Alrighty then." I make sure the gun is still in my pocket. I open the door and step out.
I open the door to the diner, only about 2 people inside. I spot a booth to sit in. "Let's eat."

>nuclear apocalypse
>diner is running normal hours w/ two customers

Alexander, after making several detours leading south due to large pockets of radiation, enough even to boil water, he reached the ocean.  He began walking along the extensive beach.  Even though it was cold, it was nice.  Since the bombs dropped, the water level got a lot lower, and so did the sand.  Most of it was cold and dry now, even though it was only the end of summer.  Ahead, he saw what looked like a huge black rock.  As he got closer and closer, he soon realized that he had somehow gone so far south he was now in Oregon.  What he saw was the wreckage of the Peter Iredale, almost all of it was uncovered.  It was truly a beautiful sight to behold, as the sun set over the ocean.

"Woah, don't shoot! I ain't hostile! My name's Matthew Lee. I came because I saw a plane fly overhead."
"That's us." I rest my hand. "I'm Clay. We recently met as well." I nod towards the Russian, "Need someone to tag along with?"

As I notice the people, I put my hands up.
"Whoa whoa, we don't mean any harm."


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