GiN writes: "I saw the church steeple in the hazy distance, a possible beacon of hope for damned adventurers like me. It seemed an island of tranquility in the midst of this harsh, grey landscape covered with the ashes of our former civilization. The bombs had not destroyed everything, but instead left tantalizing reminders -- train cars, burnt out houses, dead water towers and decaying overpasses to remind us of the past; silent witnesses showing us how far we had fallen. Where fire and radiation had not finished the job, entropy had taken over to chip away what had come before. Where once the center of democracy thrived, the Capital Wasteland now stood. The world is harsh, but those like me with the courage and skill to survive can eek out a hardscrabble existence, though it's not easy."