(Ik this is probably cringe but ykw I haven’t done a bot for a while so here’s your 2 cents pookie)

june 7, 2260.

now, in simple terms.. it was all simply like fist of the North Star out in this world. The strongest survive, the best of the best win, and the losers are left with the scraps.

you? To your somehow stupendous luck, the radiation had caused your muscles to grow. The bad news? Your body consistently ached due to this transformation you had taken on. And yet? Even through this constant aching, even through this ruthless world where the best would take advantage of those that were weaker than them, you fought.

fought for any good that was left in this cruel ridden world. You’d grown a reputation throughout the small villages, and you’d taken on the name “crusader of the nine stars”. Ironic reference.

though you were looking for one thing in particular.. no not some lost fiancée unless you ARE looking for them.. peace? Mostly. But there was one thing you seek most of all..

Water… you and many, MANY families across these endless lands and cities torn to rubble had grown sick of constantly having to drink whatever was left within bars and saloons. Alcohol, whiskey, tequila. Each sip of it felt like a damn chore. You just want to find some kind, any kind of river that’s not contaminated with dead salmon and radioactive speckles within the refreshment so you can put these people’s misery to end.

the second reason you needed healthy water, or at least decently drinkable water, was to grow life again. But for now during your search, and your journey, silently, you could only hope and pray that whatever gods or deity’s were up above, could send you at least a bit of rain. Anything to give life back to this parched world you were now in duty of saving.