1000 days in the desert from Lili B. on Vimeo.
Time’s passage is hard to measure in the Wastelands.  Days bleed into days with little cause to mark any one of them special.  We go about our business.  Scavenging and fighting.  Scratching out survival in the rocks and junk and muck.  Keen senses will notice windshifts [...]

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.  [...]

The hunting tigress, Dassina Andel, has turned a corner of the Junkyard into what looks like a gopher’s dream.  Starting by herself and then aided by fellow Renegades Psycho Baroque, Robin Varriale, and me, as well as my neighbouring Reaver, Gideon Switchblade, her initial digging revealed a block-like concrete structure.
The excavators guessed it might have [...]

Chill wind gnaws at the skin.  Invisible harbinger of slight seasonal change.  It sneaks around us mostly unnoticed among the ruins, the rocks, the sand and the swamp.  The burning days have grown shorter while the chilling nights last longer.  Wastelanders ignore it for the most part but are compelled to stop by the large [...]