Si-Fi, extension from the computer game. First Draft

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A mysterious stranger stumbles through the hot murky waste a rusted interstate sign passes his slow moving body as he continues down a dirt path which can be seen as once an ancient highway. Welcome to Boston, MA the sign says bullet holes and all, but does it really matter? To him is it the same? A traveler who has miles on his record, his feet are old and worn for being a young man of his age. Towns, villages, abandonment, dirt, dust, and death has welcome this traveler for so long that this welcoming sign in which is awkwardly bent in it's disposition has come to him as a welcoming disease.

A disease with no cure for a world that has no record, no recoil.

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Pausing on his journey, a watering hole awaits just a few hundred yards in front. Could this be a blessing from the Gods? He goes to it, like a rat following his demise, tongue dry and embittered.

So thirsty.

Once in reach he kneels down cupping a hand to the black water. He slowly raises slurping from the liquid like a infant to a tit. The body immediately rejects, for the tasting of [censored], but he forces him self, he forces him self knowing that if he doesn't he will surely die.

Couple more sips, just a couple more.

BLACK

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War, war never changes, when the first bombs dropped over North America in 2077 the city of Boston had barley been touched by the flames, this was due to an advance experimental defense system that was put in place secretly by the US government months prior to doomsday. It shielded the city like an invisible dome . Because of this defense system, code name NAFA the citizens of Boston were protected not only from the harsh blast of the bombs but the radiation which soon followed. If only this defense product could have helped prevent the other horrors to follow after this dreadful day.

Under the spotty ill communication with the Post-Federal Government, Boston quickly found it's self alone. Riots erupted from the confusion and vigilantism ran rampant in the streets. Massive starvation and disease was to quickly follow.

As a last ditch effort from the Mayor and his remaining board of directors which proposed a plan to build two large cement walls that were cast around the city to keep vagabonds and violence from entering or spreading. This siege that Boston brought upon it's self could not uphold. Food, water, and the economy rotted at the city. Cannibalism festered and Law, Moral Law in it's self soon vanished from existence. For those two short years after that fateful day Boston had all but completely ate at it's self into oblivion.

The year is now 2303 and the remnants of Boston today is just a mausoleum of the past. War and famine ravage the land. Foreign invaders from the east Atlantic dressed in red coats and led by a powerful dictator named Joseph Wallace are seeking to stretch their dominant arm to the west by establishing law, taxes, and the value sense of it's own pompous system. There is another major player in all this though, on the horizon of the west banks, a warlord who calls himself only Jefferson has band large groups of local Raiders, Slavers, and Sea Marauders together. United only under a strangely ancient black flag in hopes to oppose Wallace's Army and keep the strong hold in the region.

You, you are straggler, a vermin who wanders the waste for treasure and fortune. The gods must smile upon you because it's amazing how you've survived this long. Your last outing with a prosttute hadn't gone the way you expected and now you find yourself roaming the waste low on supplies and having just entered the outskirts of Boston.

Perhaps your luck will start to change, it's a man's world after all.