Big C Posted Oct 21, 2024, 2:54 am	A young crew member pulls up to the Tombstone in a beaten Hummer . The license plate is damaged by acid rain but can still be read , SRH HMV26 . The young trucker is named Jack Burton and is new to Texan . He walks up to the antique bar and orders a 'Round of Drinks' for the tavern . Jack follows up with the clarifier " Top shelf whiskey and tequila around" . His first toast is to the townspeople of Texan ! "I'm newly arrived to the settlement and you folks have made me feel most welcome." Jack downs the honey-colored alcohol , grimaces then smiles. He is a youthful 18 years old . He quickly orders another one . "Here's to the success I had on my first scouting mission !" He raises his rocks glass to the cheers of the Tombstone patrons. "We searched to the south , led by the veterans from the Mountain Goats crew and the Rusted Hearts!". He holds the glass high as he speaks . " I lucked out and drove a mortar truck ," he laughs and then drinks the shot down . " The veterans discovered a cache of vehicles ! We found almost a dozen rigs : one was in a storage shed , some were under tarps, and some under sand. Most were damaged by the elements , still salvageable. " Jack walks to the doors and holds them open to show a beat-down grey Buzzer , " This beauty still had the keys and a tank full of fuel ! She wasn't even the rarest find, but she's shiny! " " Let's celebrate ! "
darthspanky Posted Oct 21, 2024, 5:39 am	one of the customers after finishing his free drink speaks up "hahahaha those cars were owned by that boy they called firefly, he got bored abandoned those cars, heard he ran off with a fat ugly muite woman nammed snaggle tooth, probly has lots of mutant toothless kids by now, hope they dont want those cars back"
Big C Posted Oct 21, 2024, 11:11 am	The young trucker holds up his glass again. " They're welcome to TRY !" , he laughs .
Johnny Dread Posted Oct 21, 2024, 9:33 pm	Nikki Meraz, local leader of the Mountain Goats, sat down next to the young trucker with a wry grin. “That wasn’t just any scout. That was the fabled camp of the Seaside Retirement Home. Guess they’re all retired now. I know that camp looked abandoned, and kinda stank like an old boot, but that dump used to control the whole Sarsfield area.” She took a long swig off her Texan ale. “Yep, that gang sure likes to chirp, but they ain’t much at fightin’. All hat, and no cattle.”