NOTE: Any and all posts that are spam, disrupting, or rude will be deleted. This follows the tale of Jack Harding, a wastelander fresh out of the vault. He has nothing but a baseball bat and some bottled water. You will all decide his path by posting what he does next. Keep the posts small (One sentence), and note that this is not a funny story, just a basic survival one.
By the way, yes, I've noticed the typo. Anyhoo, STAY ON TRACK.
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Jack stepped through the gear-shaped opening and stood in awe before the ravaged lands.