Returning from another of my reclusive trips into the hazy edges of our land, I’ve briefly wandered the Wastelands, searching for signs of change in the sand and swamp, the ruin and wreckage.
MISSING MASHEENS
No one has seen the Tin Man, Gill, or Brominites in many days since that nasty turn of events reported here earlier.  [...]

As if a malfunctioning Tin Man wasn’t the least of our worries right now, the night brought a new threat to the Wastelands.  A lone Brominite, apparently a Scout of some sorts, was spotted at various marketplaces yesterday.  Folks that haven’t already moved to the Trade Post are still checking their shelves for anything lost [...]

((Editor’s Note:  This is Part 2 of a 2-part story reporting a recent turn of dramatic events in Wastelands RP))
While some of us Wastelanders followed the radiation-rampaging Tin Man only to see him disappear beyond our borders, Jubal Quintus, Facemelt Loon, and Diamanda Gustafson lingered behind at the Stygian salvager.  They stumbled their way back [...]

If a scavenger kicked a rock from the Fissure’s edge or knocked a loose metal panel from a swamp catwalk, these objects would drop into the dark tepid waters below, sending slow ripples from the impact.  These little waves roll over the dark surface.  Circular lines expand from a point or points, reflecting from other [...]