

Kenshi. Did that one start where you’re missing an arm. Was able to start making some money scavenging the dead for weapons and valuables, and selling them. Got enough to start a modest wheat farm. Unfortunately the tax man arrived, and I was in no state to pay, so I’ve been on the run. Don’t know where I’ll end up at this point.







Branson, MO. I’ve been pretty far south, but I’ve never felt so many judgemental eyes on me until I went to Branson. Crazy religious stuff everywhere, casual racism and bigotry. Felt like going back in time.