دوشنبه ها ، یه در میون هستیم.طنز ، خلق و خو نیست گونه ای جهان بینی است"
Humor is not a mood but a way of looking at the world"Ludwig Wittgenstein
Hey There! We're The Weed Cats. This is Ridin' To Hell Or Highwater, our first campaign.
It's been 200 years since The Fall, humanity was sent to the brink of extinction, though they've somehow managed to pulled through. The Earth, who's surface was rattled by the rages of war, hasn't been so lucky. Oceans have dwindled drastically in size, Forests were obliterated, cities were destroyed. The vast, flourishing prairies and the rich, arable farmlands were wiped away, replaced by empty expanses of sand. There are small slivers of life left from the aftermath of total nuclear annihilation and in these slivers, humanity thrives. From the former swamps in Louisiana, now turned to farmland, to the bustling oceanside towns, well, what's left of the ocean. This land known in one point in time as Dixieland is now the Meridional Coalition, though these cities are far and few, they work together and with the help of Caravans, they keep each other alive. They keep The Dream alive.
As the sun sets over the quiet wasteland, the gleaming moonlight cast its light on a group of shadowy figures.
Adorned in feathered headdresses masks and large robes covered in feathers. They are assembled in a circle, with a fire in the middle. One is holding a long staff with a small animal skull fashioned to the top. As they dance and chant into the dark of night. A giant blast of purple light fills the sky, with a giant streak of red lightning crashes to the ground.
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Episodes Contain: Violence, Drugs, Death, Excessive Profanity, Blood, Gore, Sexual Themes, Dark Humor
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