By tooth and nail, trade and barter, blood and metal…the Wastelanders have always scratched and scraped from day to day in order to survive.  Some choose to wander the streets alone, trusting only in themselves.  Such loners either drift away into the sand and swamp… or they endure the struggle, taking root in the soil [...]

It’s been awhile since this digger’s had a chance to do a proper walkabout in the Wastelands.  Turning over rocks and listening to the whispers carried on the wind.  Speaking and listening to the dirty faces among us, new and familiar.  I’ve seen new masheens and strange mysterious creatures.  I’ve also heard of new factions [...]

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.  [...]

When I am not out reporting, or looking after the Wastelands Museum, I spend a lot of my time in Malady Bog and Bloodmoss Swamp. Over time, I have come to know Shay McDowwl, a ghoul-urchin often seen lurking about in Bloodmoss, and we chat about crates we have found and so on. [...]

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 [...]