everyone's heard the legend of the Sierra Madre..heard the stories, the rumors. Foolishness about it lying in the middle of a dead city, buried beneath a blood-red cloud. A bright, shining monument luring treasure hunters to their doom. It's still out there, in the Wastes, preserved, just waiting for someone to crack it open. But getting to it isn't the hard part....It's letting go

you woke up in front of a long dead water fountain in the middle of the villa area of the Sierra Madre...you're really beginning to regret the life choices you made that led you to this moment..