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

whether by curiosity or greed..you found yourself lured to a beacon, a trap, you now awoke in a dead city..no..THE dead city...the Sierra Madre

and yet..it seems as if you're not alone..a voice calls out before a figure appears

O-oh my god...someone..someone finally came...rescue came!