Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock... The hours were passing by slowly... Counting our last few precious minutes away. The world was in a panic. It had no where to go--no where to be than just...right...here. I looked around and there were women, men crying and pulling out their hair. But there on the end of the pier facing a burning city was a man with gray hair. Quietly I stepped over to him. He held both hands on his walking cane. I asked him "Why is the world crying?" To me he said "Technological progress is like an ax in the hands of a pathological criminal." I didn't understand what he meant So I pulled on his pant leg. He looked over at me. He was an older man, one with many fine wrinkles. "Do you have anyone to hold your hand while you say goodbye?" I asked him. "No, no I don't ." He said and I lent my small hand up too him. "Wanna hold mine?" I asked in naivety. He simply smiled. "Sure." He said taking my hand. I had never met this man before but I smiled. And suddenly, a light so intensely bright I would think that even a blind man could have saw it, lit the sky on fire. Clouds burned orange, people screamed and ran away from the pier into the city. But the man did not leave my side. Instead he gripped my hand tighter. He was trembling. I couldn't see any more. The beautiful light had burned away my eye sight. "I keep waiting for a bang, why's there no bang?" I asked. He said, "Son, the world's not ending in a bang...but a whimper." I then felt the intensity of what felt like a thousand suns burning me away like candle wax. What I could not discover was, sweeping bands of radioactive air was swaying towards and around me. The air was so hot, it dissolved us. Absolved us. The vermilion sky had been stricken black and blue . Trees were lain bare, the grasses and vegetation was burned away by a necrotic touch. Rain became acid; oceans became cesspools and rivers dried to the bone. It was like someone had lit a match and set it down on a house of tinder soaked in gasoline...- 250 years ago "When you till the ground, it shall no longer yield its strength to you. A fugitive and a vagabond you shall be on the earth" -Genesis 4:12 In this world, there are little to no rules. Shanty towns, built from whatever scraps, are built around the most precious resources that are guarded enviously. This resource is water. fortunately, radiation could filter that far into the earth to damage the wells and springs. Still, radiation is abundant. but more dangerous are the creatures of the night. Many human beings--formally human beings--have 'evolved' into many things. As have many of the natural world's predators. Yet, there is a rumor that is becoming wide spread and is met with much panic. A mutant that looks...human. Cain as come to be known is one of the best bounty hunters i the business. Easily slipping to and out of mutant infested areas where weapon caches are held. This man is extremely dangerous. Dozens have been left dead because of his dead aim. No one knows if he IS the mutant or not, though, it is widely believed he is and he is often handled carefully. You, as a survivor, have a variety of companies that Survival Equipment endorses to choose from. Your clothing companies offer environmental and/or combat protection, depending on your needs or fashion tastes if you're a little fairy princess who actually cares about how you look in a time of crisis like this, you narcissist. Your clothing companies are, as follows: Gunslinger Gear- A hardy, environmentally hateful brand of leather and cloth clothing that gives the elements a good swift kick in the ass before they can rape yours into Oblivion! Lightweight and breathable, you'll feel better than you look in these clothes! Not very effective against gunfire though. Actually, they aren't effective at all.......use wisely. Duganda Durables- Quality silk clothing; beats back the sun with a vengeance while retaining all the comfort of that nice king-sized bed you dream of sleeping on while you're snoring on a pile of rocks somewhere. Beware stray bullets. One wrong move and you're worse than Swiss cheese: you're down a hefty amount of bucks, dead in clothes your family can't salvage because no one will want to purchase your blood-stained, dirty clothes. Sicko. Sa Nata Ana Appearal- Native American/wizard-themed clothing, great for all you mage, sorcerer and witch doctor wannabe's out there! Doesn't actually give you magic powers, but you'll feel pretty unreal while enveloped in this crazy-comfy shit! Made of the hides of dangerous animals and demons of horrid creation, these clothes are expensive, but very effective at what they are for: environmental protection. Just make sure you practice your dead-raising spells at home. We're pretty sure that shit's illegal...... Lancer Limited- Armor pieces made of the most *ehem* "precious" metals (aluminum and nickel), these armor pieces offer protection against bullets and such projectiles. How much protection isn't certain. What, you expect us to test this shit? We've got money to make, not promises. Actually we can make promises, but we just don't need to keep them, so long as you keep forking over your hard earned money. Zanzabarbarian Outfitters- This heavy, brutish armor is guaranteed to give you the ability to take a missile head-on and crawl away with one arm still precariously hanging on to your body. A favorite of raiders, this spiky armor seeps intimidation from every sun-prodded pore, instilling fear into the hearts of your opponents. Unless, of course, they themselves are more badass than you. Then you've got problems that either a really big gun (we recommend a matching Zanzabarbarian Artillery Hefty Canon Triple X-9 :D) or nothing can fix. But seriously, buy our stuff or we'll hurt you. As far as guns go, you're choices are: Hellfirearms- A gun company owned by famous gun runner Jackson "St. D " Slate. Famous for their unmatched quality, Hellfirearms are the best for any brand of gunslinger, specializing in high-power revolvers. These guns can rip a new hole in just about anything. The only gun company that places custom orders, at the cost of your soul, and the most efficient weaponry for those who prefer precise, mid-range combat. A favorite among bounty hunters. Man's Worst Friend- Assassination your style of gunslinging? Man's Worst Friend carries all sorts of sniper rifles, crossbows, and other weapons intent on killing with a sinister smile from the shadows. Feel like camping in a corner while picking off raiders from a distance? We've got that covered. We carry a variety of knives too, free with every gun purchased (no warranty on knives......or guns for that matter)! Commando Capacity- Assault, assault, assault! We specialize in rapid fire and deadly firepower. Assault rifles, machine guns, machine pistols, semi-automatic handguns. We've got everything a truly bad-A soldier needs! Only real men choose guns like this, and don't dare call yourself a hardcores killer if you go off and buy that other stuff. If you get anything less than Commando Capacity......then you're just a rotten, no-good, yella-bellied, lilly-livered stupid head aren't you? And you can go to heck! Zanzabarbarian Artillery- In conjunction with our appearal company, we started up this gun company to further increase the bad-assery already contained in our heavy armors. Rocket launchers, heavy rifles, chain guns and bombs. We've got everything you could want to become a terroristic little shit! Please use responsibly. We don't need another lawsuit.