Haven lost

Posted by LutherGorn on June 26th, 2010

Finally managed to make it out of town – I got terribly sick and stayed in bed at Yvonne’s house in Sunshine. All the time she was feeding me whatever pills she would find at their local clinic, I was just hoping that their bat-shit crazy doctor don’t turn me into one of them mutants  that live in the camp outside of town. They are a nice bunch of folk, although a little nutty, but the looks are definitely something to be desired. I like having my face on my head, thankyouverymuch.

After a couple of days I simply started throwing the pills away and resorted to my own concoctions – good thing I stocked up with some antibiotic stuff before. Finally, the fever died down, and I could see straight again. I bid farewell to Yvonne, tossed her a few coins (she did not mind), and headed back up North.

From then on, my week got a little crazy. I found this town, called Haven. The folk there were a little strange, but no stranger than most places that I’ve ran into up in this zone. Well, these folk could do stuff, I don’t even know how to explain it. I ended up taking a job with these Folks that call themselves Lightbearers. One of them tried explaining to me what is that freaky magic stuff they do, that makes your head hurt but they don’t even touch you, but I did not get it. After a few jobs, I frankly got fed up with them. They talked too much, and there was nothing interesting to scavenge around town. So I headed up to Picus Ridge.

Walked into a field or roaches that chewed me up good. Those were possibly the worst few minutes of my latest life.

But after all this travellin’, I get to Picus Ridge and the guards open fire at me. Just like that! I asked at the gas station outside of the LifeNet hole “what the heck?!” and they said – that’s probably because they heard you are in cahoots with them Lightbearers. Apparently the folk up in here all pic a Faction and they take it quite seriously. Some factions tolerate each other, but some open fire on the ones they don’t like. The gas attendant suggested I head towards Credit Bend – he said from the looks of me, the folks up there are more likely to give me work.

So, I thanks the fella with a couple of chips and headed out further north.

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Exploring Northward

Posted by LutherGorn on June 19th, 2010

Snuggling with Yvonne sure is nice at night, and I appreciate a warm bed at night an’ all, but I got restless and decided to poke around the area. Headed up North. The map is showing quite a few towns, so I was hopin’ to find me a nice big field of garbage to sift through. Just like “home”.

Traveled through the day until it got dark. I hate ridin’ in the dark – that’s where I usually run into the fields full of those dang-bone roaches. Made a small camp and hoped for the best – who knows what critters roam these parts, but neither I nor CrapBag felt like walking no more. Woke up freezing my ass off, although not as sore – I kinda enjoy having a bit of grass under my bones, instead of solid grey dirt of the Plateau. Even if its yellow dry grass.
Going to start heading back south towards Sunshine Corners. The folks down there are crazy, but the town got everything I need. I want to work on the motorcycle frames some more; most of the other parts for Zhelavar’s ATV are about ready.
Been finding lots of good stuff on the way. I basically ran out of place on myself and my poor CrapBag to put all the scrap steel and wood. Need to head back and try to stuff all of it in the vault.

On the way back, found some plants that I haven’t seen before – strange-looking bushy things, with bright red bulbs. I gathered some up – the bulbs got these decent-smelling seeds inside of ‘em, peppery and sweet at the same time. That’ll go nicely with the chunks of meat I’ve been stashing away.  Hope it don’t smell too awful by now.

Also found a decent-sized cactus patch and stuffs whatever little room in the bags and pockets I had with them. My stomach is not happy with all the greaze I’ve been pouring down my gullet. I need me some real food and soon. So the first thing I’ll do when I get back to town is fry me up some of these cactuses with the pepper seeds and coyote meat. Mmm-mmm-mmm, makes me drool like a sick dog just thinkin’ about it.
Was hoping to find some better eggs – I overheard the townfolk yammering about decent eggs up in these regions, but found no chickens on the way. The only nest I spotted was empty.Oh well, better luck next time.

Back on the road. Nothing of interest up North, but I’ll ask around – I reckon’ I went the wrong way.

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Trivia Night at the Embry Bunker Bar

Posted by Old_Vagrant on June 18th, 2010

Embry Bunker Bar

I’m not one for appointments these days. Life is good and there’s nothing I find myself wanting. Food is always just a field away, and there’s always a dry corner somewhere to get a good night’s sleep. I’ve no reason to even remember what day of the week it is save one – Trivia Night at the Embry Bunker Bar.

It’s not really about the trivia or the bar even though some good whiskey really hits the spot on a cold night. It’s about the people. The people that show up to

play the games and hang out, the people that organize it and the people that donate all the prizes that are given out. It’s some kind of community that forms or probably already exists but just becomes more apparent when forty or fifty people are packed into the Bunker Bar for a few hours of games and fun.

I have to really give credit to people like Cheree Masters, Oppressor, Camille and the handful of others that donate the prizes for these events. Some people end the night with the keys to a new ATV while others end the night with a warm new jacket for those nights when it gets pretty cold.  Everyone ends the night being just that much more a part of the community, and that’s something I find worth making an appointment for.

Gathering at the Bunker Bar

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Sunshine and Graves

Posted by LutherGorn on June 15th, 2010

*…the diary looks like it has missing pages – they were carefully torn out of the binder*

Day 7 in the Sunshine Corners. Been putting in extra time on researching the tires and frame for the ATV. Last thing to research is the control system, but I realized too late that I am completely out of scrap fasteners and have yet to find a good place to refill my supply. Hoping that Zhelavar or that crazy old coot who calls himself Vagrant (how fitting) send me some in exchange for some coyote steaks.

I did find a wonderful little spot – an old gravesite right outside of the town. Digging through the old graves I was able to refill my paper supplies and even sent some to my guy down at Embry. I got a letter from him the other day that the shipment of my training blades and books did not sell. What a waste of chips.  Instead I sent him some of paper, glue, even a few crates of lead and copper – hopefully I can turn it into some chips, as the crazies here don’t pay too well.

Heard some interesting news today – this weekend some folks are planning to build a market right outside. I recon I’ll start cooking up some of my foods, make some weapons, maybe some pens and join them. Beats shipping all this junk all the way to Embry. Tonight – finish up the control systems and off to the fields for some grain and paper!

P.S. The “good” Doctor here handed me a bottle of some pills. Don’t recognize the name, and have no idea what they do. He just said “Everyone does it” – what manner of doctor is he? Then again, from what the poor mutants? living on the outskirts said about him – he is an ass of the worst caliber. Wondering if I should send this to Vagrant. Last time I’ve seen that old bastard, he was popping pills like it was candy ants. Maybe he knows what the heck this is.

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North – in search of “greener pastures”.

Posted by LutherGorn on June 14th, 2010

Well, lured by rumors of some interesting garbage dump sites up north, packed up my stuff, loaded the horse with some steaks and grease and headed North over the ridge.  Wasn’t paying attention – CrapBag slipped on the rocks, and before I could cry “DAMMIT!” – I was back at the clonehole near Pass Chris.

Resumed the journey.

Came across a few bee hives – quite lucky. I have yet to find a decent supply of honey combs, and I wanted to try something new. Grease and cheese is giving me serious case of the runs.

Arrived at Watchtower – quite a dump of a town. Got some tasks to crawl around the local mine, filled with insects – the good thing that pay was decent, otherwise I would have told them all to go to heck.  Zhelavar came by a couple of days later, so we spent time harvesting some strange liquid from the plants nearby – I found out that I can use it for my gas masks, so spent my free time sewing some up. Going to ship some to Embry – hopefully have them sold and fund my ATV ventures.

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Knee-Deep in Crabs – Pass Chris

Posted by LutherGorn on June 13th, 2010

Pass Chris is both great and not-so great-, I gotta admit. When you first arrive there, it dazzles you with the fields of garbage right on the outskirts, but soon enough you realize that the sweet lure of garbage and discarded tech has a price to pay – crabs.

The crabs are numerous and quite annoying. They spot you from far away, and fight valiantly for the heaps of refuse and metal. Nonetheless, I made out like a bandit – in the past few days my vault is filled to the brim with steel, iron, plastic, decent quality wood, and even a few jugs of some petroleum I managed to scrounge up from the barrels.

When I wasn’t combing the garbage fields, along with other “treasure hunters”, I was doing some odd jobs around town. Once tired and muddy, I worked more on the ATV for Zhelavar. She’s been a good friend in my travels, although she decided to head south after staying at Pass Chris with me for a couple of days. She found me a decent horse – sturdy and strong. I named it CrapBag. In return, I’d like to give her a nicer ATV – the crabs really took a liking to that old piece of junk she rides around in, so I think she will appreciate something a little
sturdier.

I heard townsfolk talking about some interesting things to find further up north – in Sector 2. Looking at the map – it’s quite the trip, so once my vault is filled to the top, I think Ill start up north. Hopefully I can find a good place for some more paper – all this scribbling is dwindling my supplies rather quickly.

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Kids Today Have It Easy

Posted by Old_Vagrant on June 13th, 2010

I was standing in a bank the other day, enjoying the cool breeze blowing through when it occurred to me that people today just don’t appreciate how good they have it. In my day, we didn’t have big gaping holes in the wall for ventilation. We had air conditioners and fans, and if those things were on the fritz, you were stuck in a stuff room with no choice but to deal with it until your business was done. Sure, we had windows and all, but in all my years I never saw a window open at a bank… a bunch of penny pinching and bean counting about room temperature probably.

And driving is easier these days, too. Driver’s License? You don’t need one now and you didn’t really need one then. But we had them, dammit. Written tests, road test, eye tests… all sorts of tests and why? Not to tell if you could drive well because, hell, anyone can drive a damn car! Nope, it was taxation. Nickel and dime you here and nickel and dime you there with tests and license plates and registration stickers and “emissions” checks and inspections. All of it was just to funnel more cash to the fat cats in big government. And then there were parking meters. Yes! In my day, you were even badgered about where you parked, how you parked and how long you could park there. Nowadays you can just park anywhere without being hassled which is how it should be. I tell you, every time I see a guy beating someone with a concrete-topped pole, it simply warms my heart. Finally a parking meter serving a purpose… and they had to rip the meter part off to do it.

Man, things are good these days and I don’t think people realize how great they are. Hell, even the mail is better. I open the mailbox now and it’s one or two packages with news and supplies from the people I know. You know how it used to be? Open up that box and there’s one hundred mails from strangers who are deeply concerned with the size of your Jimmy Johnson. Which reminds me: One of the best things about the apocalypse is that it cut off communication with Nigeria.

Medicine? Believe you me, a man could have died trying to get medicine around here in my day. Pay for the plan, pay for the check up in order to pay for a specialist to pay for the pills. Pay, pay, pay… and for what? Pills made of stuff I could have grown in my backyard but couldn’t because that was illegal! Nowadays there’s a four-foot ant or mutated plant within walking distance of almost anywhere. In post-apocalypse Arizona  I’ve got all the pills I could want… the way it should be!

Well, enough about how it used to be. I’m hungry and I heard a few dogs barking out back. Dinner time!

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