It is the middle of September, year 2285. What passes for winter in the Dixie Wasteland has given its first indications of arrival, a slight nip in the wind and an abundance of overcast. The factions of Memphis are especially active, hoarding provisions in preparation for the changing seasons.

A sparse selection of travelers have made their way into the ruined shell of Memphis. They will be at the mercy of the Wasteland, and all of her horrors.

"10/10 intro" -IGN

I should make one thing clear. Whenever any character interacts with any faction I will be 'playing' as those factions as a GM would. Whether it is a shootout or a simple conversation, only myself and -rarely- the main GM will decide where members of that faction are, what they say, and what they do.

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Andrei walked past countless destroyed buildings. They were covered in all manner of graffiti, some Raider, but most the ravings of passing philosophers. Warnings of a second coming of the apocalypse. An urging to accept Jesus as your savior. Even after the war, the Bible Belt kept true to its name.

Andrei stopped in a large four-way intersection, scanning the structures around him. In one corner was a large billboard, half-covered in dried blood, with a corpse hanging from the catwalk. The body was covered in armor that was hastily spray-painted black, with a crude flag drawn on the right shoulder. Andrei read the words on the billboard, also painted in blood: "AN IMPOSTOR, AND THE CONSEQUENCES."

There were two large bullet holes in the body; one through the center of the chest, defeating the armor without effort, and another through the middle of the face. The only remaining part of the head was a fragile round structure of bone.

Across from the billboard was a large grocery store, the one building that didn't look completely ruined. Andrei shifted across the street, and stacked up on the door. Hearing nothing, he pulled back on the sliding door, and it parted with little resistance. It was dark, but not overly so. He could see that the aisles were devoid of any resources. This place had been looted clean long ago. He rounded a corner, and what he saw caught him by surprise.

There were body parts everywhere, all of them horribly mutilated. A still-helmeted head laying nearby confirmed his suspicions. Raiders. They had been utterly destroyed by something, or someone. Only one body was still relatively intact, and it was flattened in random lines across the torso and head, as if it was ran over.

Before he could complete the thought, Andrei heard a faint banging noise. He concentrated on it, and realized it was repeating. Forgoing any search of the bodies for ammo, he closed in on the source of the sound. At the back of the store he finally came across the source. There was a sentry bot, obviously having been messed with by the now-dead raiders, halfway through the wall. Andrei advanced, then froze as the robot reversed out of the wall- and charged forward into it again. It repeated this once more, then again, and again. 

Andrei quickly realized what was going on. The raiders had seriously damaged the navigation software. It's possible that the robot had been here for months, fully aware of what was happening but unable to rectify it on its own.

Andrei put his weapon away, his pistol would be of little use if this turned ugly. He walked towards the robot slowly, being careful to stay out of the potential firing arc of the minigun.