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Long ago, civilization collapsed as Earth slowly turned into an arid wasteland where only the fittest survived. Quickly, humanity adapted to its new world and soon enough loose groups of survivors gravitated towards each other in a only slightly less than useless attempt to restart civilization as they knew it. Not all chose the past, however, as some were impressively suited to this harsher world. Those ended up living either on their own or with their family or friends, yet a few took to being highwaymen... outlaws in a world without proper rules beyond those of Mother Nature.
A few century latter, a deaf man and one such bandit met, the worrying change in weather and the ever darkening days bringing them together in a bid for survival... that they want it or not.
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The sun was unpredictable lately, with bursts of nearly overwhelming heat quickly followed with a brusque change of temperature towards the freezing as the planet's cycle spun closer and closer towards another Ice Era without the support of proper vegetation and bodies of water to regulate the weather. That worried Jackal, despite his attempt to keep calm and to simply focus on his own survival despite the worsening living conditions in the Greater Wasteland. His supplies were running low, and looting from highway robberies and corpse stealing was starting to not be enough for him to live without much care like he had ever since he took to banditry in his fourteenth year, twenty or so years ago. Heck, if it continued like that...
"Tch!" With a disgusted scowl, the scruffy outlaw threw away the broken remnants of his last piece of flint with a muffled curse. "Fucking damn it, not again..."
Finding good materials was hard enough for him without the damned sun hiding nearly all day, and while the steel dagger he used would still last him a while, his supplies of food, drinkable water and survival tools were running low. It had been a bad month for those without a land of their own, and while Jackal had survived with a good blend of skill, experience, ruthlessness and dumb luck well enough, he knew he would eventually have to find something to get rid of the uncertainty the last month brought when it came to his alternate lifestyle.
His dusky skin illuminated by the fire he still managed to light in a last ditch effort, Jackal stared into the crackling flames and plotted. After all, he knew only his cunning would save him at this point. Now if only he had a good plan...
A few century latter, a deaf man and one such bandit met, the worrying change in weather and the ever darkening days bringing them together in a bid for survival... that they want it or not.
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The sun was unpredictable lately, with bursts of nearly overwhelming heat quickly followed with a brusque change of temperature towards the freezing as the planet's cycle spun closer and closer towards another Ice Era without the support of proper vegetation and bodies of water to regulate the weather. That worried Jackal, despite his attempt to keep calm and to simply focus on his own survival despite the worsening living conditions in the Greater Wasteland. His supplies were running low, and looting from highway robberies and corpse stealing was starting to not be enough for him to live without much care like he had ever since he took to banditry in his fourteenth year, twenty or so years ago. Heck, if it continued like that...
"Tch!" With a disgusted scowl, the scruffy outlaw threw away the broken remnants of his last piece of flint with a muffled curse. "Fucking damn it, not again..."
Finding good materials was hard enough for him without the damned sun hiding nearly all day, and while the steel dagger he used would still last him a while, his supplies of food, drinkable water and survival tools were running low. It had been a bad month for those without a land of their own, and while Jackal had survived with a good blend of skill, experience, ruthlessness and dumb luck well enough, he knew he would eventually have to find something to get rid of the uncertainty the last month brought when it came to his alternate lifestyle.
His dusky skin illuminated by the fire he still managed to light in a last ditch effort, Jackal stared into the crackling flames and plotted. After all, he knew only his cunning would save him at this point. Now if only he had a good plan...
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