The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. -Marcus Tullius Cicero

We kept walking for hours. The road, if you could call it that, was more a well worn path made by hooves, paws, and talons. Buddy was leading the way while I kept motioning for changes in direction to keep us on the path. Nyota kept hovering around to shield me from prying eyes. Anytime I forgot to cover up the PipBuck, a zebra hoof would remind me to pull the duster around my right foreleg. He also insisted I keep the helmet on and stayed in the center of the group. Corners was bringing up the rear as Alguacil stayed flying over us. Every time I started to talk, Alguacil would land and motion for us to be quiet as his eye looked for something.

It turns out whatever he was searching for wasn't here immediately around us. Nyota tensed just before he landed each time. Finally I just snapped on the fifth time these two showed signs of paranoia.

“Can we at least talk and carry on while we walk! The silence is driving me nutz!” I shouted out at the top of my lungs only to have two zebra hooves and a griffin rear paw on my mouth.

Note to self, road dust is not the most tasty thing.

They were stubborn, completely and utterly unwilling to do any talking or something that could make noise. Chifundo and Nyota forced me to march along as they all crowded around me preventing me from moving from the group's center. With a frustrated sigh I was marched off with them for hours until finally the bleak wasteland was broken up by a farmstead in the distance. Alguacil flew overhead and landed near us as we approached it.

“There is a pony at the well, other buildings than that look safe. The sun will be setting soon. We should see if we can stay at that farm for the night, no sense in traveling late if we can help it,” Alguacil advised as we approached together. How can you see the sun or know it's 4:37pm in the afternoon? I thought checking my PipBuck. He and Buddy still lead the way while the Zebra's walked beside me. I was a little self conscious realizing that Corners had a good view of our hind quarters. Nothing really to do about it except hope she wasn't just staring at all of us.

There were four buildings plus the well. Three were built from scrap metal, pieced together from old pieces of vehicles, buildings, and even horseshoes. A fourth structure looked newer, it was made of unpainted lumber. At least the first building I'd seen constructed from fresh wood. The building was still ramshackle at best, but the planks looked like they had been cut for the house instead of cobbled together. The house had a picket fence around the back side protecting it from the wasteland. There was a brown cow hump just above the top of the fence. The scrap structures could be described as a very large two story metal barn, a small probably one or two room storage shed, and some L shaped building rounding it out that left a space nopony could fit between it and the shed. A fire might spread around and burn this whole place down. Lastly there was a cooking fire with a pot sitting in front of the shed and metal L shaped building, the fire wasn't lit right now and I couldn't make out what the green stuff in the pot was.

The buildings were arranged in such a way that with that fence there were only two ways into the compound. One the way we were walking, large enough for a whole herd of cows to walk side by side through and the other across the courtyard in-between the wooden home and the L shaped metal structure. In the center was a gray and black stone well with a pony sitting against it, his back pressed into the stones that made up the well.

The pony was a unicorn a dirty black coat and a pink mane with white highlights, he was certainly a stallion. Bad Sunrise! You aren't old enough... that argument doesn't hold weight anymore does it? You're older than most ghouls in the wasteland, much less the age of consent aren't you? Dear Goddesses help me am I really having this conversation?

“Yes you are!”

As I was thinking a little pink pony with a fluffy pink mane appeared at the edge of my vision. Pinkie Pie?

“Yes Sunrise! I'm here to... umm... reasons! Anyway you are having this conversation, and well you should probably give it some thought tonight after the chaos.”

Chaos what chaos? Just like that, the pink pony was silent but had the smile of 'I know something you don't know' written all over her face.

Just as I thought that the Pinkie Pie left my vision and I noticed the PipBuck on the unicorn's foreleg. I dashed forward and his eyes went wide as plates. He braced for impact as I slid to a stop not realizing just how fast I was going. I really hope I hadn't given you a start, please be a nice pony.

“Hi! I'm Wandering Sunrise. Are you okay?” I looked him over. He had several scratches and freshly healing wounds. In addition to this, he was shaking hard enough to break a stone. I tried to give him a reassuring smile to calm him down.

“I, Hi! Just getting some water. You came from out of nowhere.” The stallion replied with his teeth chattering. Wow, talk about nervous, oh no, please let me do this without panicking him. I heard the familiar sound of hooves, talons, and paws coming up behind me.

I looked over my shoulder to see the zebras and Alguacil looming over him. “You live on this farm?” the griffin asked as his one eye glared.

“Do you mind if we stay the night, until tomorrow's daylight?” Chifundo fired off without thinking.

Nyota let out a huff and a snort. Buddy smiled and waved his hand over his head, “Howdy there partner. I'd like to know if we can fix some dinner here soon.”

Okay you four do realize that this pony is supremely nervous and suddenly crowding him is going to get us the worst possible reaction! I mean seriously can we give him some space?! I wanted to scream at them to be nicer and less presumptuous. I wanted to make all them back off and let me do something on my own.

“You are older than them. Use your filly seniority!” Pink's high pitched shriek pierced my mind.

The Unicorn stood up to his hooves and jumped into the well. Wait WHAT!? Did he just- “Good luck! Hope you live!” the stallion shouted as he disappeared into the well.

“I got you! You aren't-” Nyota was right on his heels leaping into the well when we heard a gunshot and blood sprayed out from Nyota's flank; hitting right across my helmet visor. The gunshot had come from the house beyond the well. Five ponies who had emerged from the buildings, while we had been speaking. My eyes locked on the one who had shot Nyota's flank with a smoking varmint rifle. They wore that strange “raider barding” I'd seen back at the walls of Silver Fang Shanty. The same kind of barding that Alguacil had told me never to wear or he'd shoot me. We had walked right into an ambush.

I dove for cover behind the one piece within reach, the stone well two stallions went tumbling down. As soon as I felt cold stones on my flank, my head peaked over the cover and hit SATS to get a good view of what was going on. I had no weapon out but SATS would buy me time to observe. Two raiders looking over the fence, using the wood as cover with rifles, I recognized them as rifles straight out of an old recruitment poster. Standard Equestrian military service rifles; cheap and effective. Two more raiders stood outside the house one with a pool cue and the other a scoped varmint rifle; held in their mouths.

The a fifth was coming from the L shaped building with a nasty looking double barrel shotgun, this one was a unicorn using telekinesis to hover the weapon above her head. She was green, a sickly colored green, not the bright emerald I was. She also wasn't wearing a helmet like the others though. I could clearly see the all black mane and scarred cheek before I noticed there was a third barrel on the bottom of the caravan shotgun, a grenade launcher.

The others had taken the same idea as I looked around scrolling between possible targets. Alguacil and Chifundo had taken cover with me. Buddy was starting to move forward towards the farmhouse. I could see the rear legs and taught Bad Sunrise! rear of Nyota going into the well. One quick glance showed the big farm building had no targets but several gray dots were on my E.F.S. inside. Another look to my right to confirm, no one was coming out of the small metal shed. My E.F.S. also registered nothing in that direction. All total I found 5 green, 5 red, 8 grey dots on E.F.S. Five green were my friends, five red had guns pointed at us, and eight grey I could not see. I hoped this thing was as accurate as Stable-Tec claimed.

Nyota disappeared into the well after the jet-black stallion as soon as I released SATS. What do I do? What do I do? my panicked mind raced as rounds from the service rifle bounced off the well. My tail offered up one of the stick grenades we had bought yesterday. How do you always have a good suggestion? Without thinking further about it, I pulled the pin and my tail threw it into the farmhouse. My tail pointed at the metal shed and I started running for it. I could see the door on the other side of a large slate rock and it was currently the only hope of having cover from all directions.

I bolted into the shed. A heavy thunk came in reply to my grenade from the direction of the raiders. The green unicorn had launched a grenade and was putting another into the launcher. I felt the heat and shrapnel press into my backside. The force of the blast propelled me into the shed even faster as my duster and stable-barding armor was pelted with debris and shrapnel. My hooves hit the ground once to dart around a set of rocks large enough to be a griffin. I got into the door and a second thunk echoed over the sound of shouting and rifle fire. I looked back to see another explosion where I had been, all of my friends caught in the blast.

Oh Goddesses NO! Please No! The rifle fire was silenced by the explosion. Just like that? They're gone? Without a word or even a whimper? All I could do now was stare outside the shed door as dust obscured completely Chifundo, Alguacil, and Buddy had been standing. Please don't be dead. You can't all be dead, not just like that. I need you, please by Celestia please. I said a prayer to Celestia and Luna, hoping it would be answered.

The defiant roar of a magnum revolver blew the smoke away and shattered the silence. For a brief moment the outline of Alguacil was illuminated through the dust by a flash of gunpowder. Then his revolver was silenced by a much louder explosion. My eyes went to the farmhouse where my grenade had been thrown. The shadows of the two raiders inside the farmhouse were lit up through the doorway. Their bodies tossed away by the explosion like dolls thrown by an angry child.

A pool cue suddenly slam through the wall of the wooden building, charred with ash and covered in blood. A single hoof fell into the doorway, belonging to the pony whom had been holding said pool cue. If that pool cue is there and his hoof is there, that would put his neck, oh... that is through his neck isn't it? Did I just kill a pony?

I heard another varmint rifle firing, this one crisper and without the sound of a rusted bolt moving. Chifundo emerge from the dust, using the well to steady himself. His leather barding had stopped most of the shrapnel but he did have cuts on his face and down his neck. The pink striped zebra however wasn't letting his injuries stop him from shooting at the ponies behind the fence. A blur that was in the shape of a sand dog dashed through the remaining smoke and dust. Buddy was across the yard faster than I'd ever seen any thing move before, pony or sand dog. He ran into the L shaped building and I noticed the unicorn was no longer in the door. There was a shotgun blast that pelted him with buckshot in the doorway. Buddy did not even slow down; the mighty sand dog unphased by the pellets.

Sunrise you can clearly see these ponies are trying to murder you and your friends. You just ran into a building that may have more them in it and you haven't even checked it. Sweat formed on my brow as more fear crept into my mind. This was different than the fear of losing something to mortal peril. For all you know, that feeling of dread is because there is a pony right behind you, right now, with a machete ready to cut your head off!

I span around and had my shotgun out in a flash. Bead of sweat fell across my brow as my tail held up the shotgun, wrapped around the pump-action. The bit had the taste of leather and salt on my tongue as I panted for air. My eyes darted around wildly searching for the slightest hint of movement.

No one was there.

I started into the building turning on my PipBuck light. The room had several chemistry sets boiled away with colors of blue, red, and green liquids. It smelled awful as I inhaled the stale air. That smell, where was that coming from? Its so rotten! There are four counters built into the walls and is that a still? Are they making alcohol? One of the counters was an island in the center, which was right at my head height. Unless some pony was ducked down behind it, this was clear. Slowly I started making my way around the island in the center when I heard the roar of rapid bullet fire. I dropped to my belly and looked around as the series of shots rang out in two short bursts. What in Luna's Shadow was that!? Did some pony have a machine gun? Or a cannon?

I rose back up and rounded the island to discover the smell. A pile of pony skeletons stacked nearly as tall as I was, bleached by the sun and elements. The skeletons were not the worst part. Those bones were underneath the corpse of a fresh pony. The poor pony had been killed by a gunshot to the head. He had his body sliced up by clean cut butcher's knives like pieces of flesh for serving to carnivores at a restaurant. His back was laid onto the skeletons and I could see he was missing his stallionhood as well with a bloody stump.

My shotgun clattered onto the steel plates of the floor while I screamed like a filly scout in front of a spider. This was just some random pony! Oh dear Goddesses are those maggots in their eye? Those are maggots! What in all of the hells of the sun and moon? Are those butcher marks? Are they eating ponies!? This can't be real.

“This is the Wasteland Sunrise. This is the world you woke up to. What are you going to do? Lying here shaking seems to be not helping,” the pink pony in my head said finishing my thoughts. I covered my eyes and started to pray that Pink was wrong and this was all just a bad dream. When a hoof touched my mane. I jumped up spinning towards the direction of the hoof and clutched for my shotgun.

Chifundo's pink stripes and soft stallion smile greeted me. He had his hoof pressed against the barrel of my shotgun to keep it pointed at the ground. He was covered in scratches, bruises, and cuts everywhere his barding did not cover. A piece of shrapnel embedded into his neck like a sewing needle halfway through a fabric strip. It's my fault you have that wound.

“Come on Sunrise we need to get outside. They need our help.” I was trembling worse than an earthquake as I followed Chifundo outside, and he ran behind the rocks I had avoided getting in here. I looked to see one pony still up on the fence whom fired their service rifle a few more times in our direction. I jumped to the rock as 5.56mm death riddled the shack where we came out of.

The machine guns roared again and this time I knew where it was coming from. The metal box that contained Corners had two barrels flashing like a rave poking out on each of her eye slits. They blazed away at the picket fence where the raider who had just fired at me was.

In slow motion, bullets stormed into the body of the stallion. His unicorn horn shattered under the barrage as his body spewed out a fountain of blood, painting the fragmented remains of the brown fence crimson. The entire scene looked like brown Swiss cheese covered in the gore of ponies. As the machine guns died, there was another shotgun blast; this one extremely loud, from inside the L shaped building. Then the battlefield grew quiet with the echo of the shotgun ringing outward from inside the metal structure.

Alguacil moved towards the L shaped building that Buddy had gone into and Chifundo bolted back to the well. He was helping Nyota out of the well along with a now unmoving black stallion. His chest is moving and his nose twitched, Nyota hadn't killed him. I moved to the corner of the L building away from the door. You failed once, you aren't going to fail again. You will not just flee from your friends Sunrise. My hooves were shaking and I felt myself wanting to hyperventilate again. I could still see the partially butchered decaying body back in the shed. I had to shake my head loose in order to break the imagine away.

They did that to a pony. You have to make sure they aren't going to do it to anypony else! A pool of blood was spreading out from under the door drapes. There was a creeping silence coming from a building, accompanied by the pounding of my heart. Alguacil's razor focus was completely on the door. Every bit of his stance screamed violence waiting to be released with the slightest hint of movement.

"Dis is very bad Juju, bad juju." Chifundo was echoing from his position at the well; loud enough we could here and he wasn't rhyming either. Just like in the incomplete stable.

Where was Buddy? Why didn't we just go in? The green raider unicorn jumped into the doorway. The black mane mare's shotgun levitated as it pointed at my face. A red dot moved into view on the HUD from E.F.S. Why didn't I just pay attention to Eyes Forward Sparkle? It is there to save you from this.

I stepped into S.A.T.S. slowing down time so I could think. I watched the motion of the caravan shotgun slowly rolling into position to be pointed towards my head. You don't have to kill her, just disarm the mare! I focused the S.A.T.S. up hard, away from the center mass it wanted, past her head and horn of the unicorn. I ignored her physical ponyself completely. I went up to aim at the shotgun with my own buckshot cannon. The one shot would completely consume the S.A.T.S. spell. I'd only get one shot and I doubted that raider mare was going anywhere less than lethal back at me. I have to give her a chance, I have to be the better pony. There is no way she is that suicidal.

I released S.A.T.S. The like new 12 gauge rechambered gun roared to life for the first time. With a deeper, harder BOOM! than my ears were ever prepared for. If not for the specialized stock and the grip being custom made for me, I would have been driven onto my haunches or even sent flying.

The buckshot slammed into the double barrel and sent it flying with the same smash of a sledge hammer into the building behind her. Alguacil reacted a second later, pouring two shots from his revolver. They tore into the mare's shoulder through her barding, spitting blood from the holes.

“Give up! It's over!” I declared only to have the mare charge me. Her horn lowered as she slammed herself into me at full speed. Her eyes were wide and wild, shaking me to the core as I caught a glimpse of total insanity. I felt both of her forehooves and horn smash against my armor plates. The next thing I knew was a brief trip through the air and a slam into the wall next to me, my breath driven from my lungs and my shotgun clattered across the ground into the unlit cooking fire, ringing against the pot.

Luna's wrath she hits like a freight train!

I could feel the bruises but metal plates were harder than unicorn horn. The mad mare hadn't managed to pierce my armor. My bones arched from the impact and my legs refused to answer the call to move. Before I could get up, a hoof grabbed me by the collar and hefted me up. I wanted to thank whoever helped me up but instead of having a chance to speak, I felt the slam of steel into my visor face.

I felt the impact of the iron shoes slamming into my head three times before the security helmet finally flew off. I could hear gunshots and each time my vision had cleared just enough to be greeted with the sickly green colored unicorn pounding into my faceplate. Her barding was penetrated by shot after shot but she was ignoring it. Finally with the visor clear of my head, I could see her eyes, they were pinpricks. Drugs!? She is so high and frenzied she doesn't even know anything except rage!

The hoof raised in slow motion, ready to bash my face in. I started to see my life flash before my eyes when her forehead exploded, showering me in brains and blood. I fell to the ground in a heap, stunned. My eyes were burning with her blood in them while the mare's body fell on top of me. I scrambled to get out from under the body. My hooves kicked and treaded against hard packed dirt. The flowing river of blood coming out of the raider's bullet ridden body ran over my armor and hooves. My panicked forehooves wiped frantically only making my vision burn more. I was desperate to get the irritation from my eyes and face, the irritation of having another pony's blood flow into my eyes and over my cheeks like tears of a broken mother. Three days and I've been covered in someone's brains all over my face!

I felt the weight lifted off of me as I looked up to see Chifundo standing over me. He was holding the corpse with one hoof. His other hoof extended to offer to help me up. Very sheepishly, I took the hoof and pulled myself from under the dead unicorn. My tail collected my helmet and I shoved it back on while picking my shotgun back into hoof.

Chifundo approached me around as I heard a dragging noise across the dirt when Corners joined us. “Come Sunrise. We have to look at the one who gave us the surprise,” Chifundo spoke leading me towards the well. I wanted to look at the dragging noise but Chifundo has his hoof around my shoulder and was keeping my head facing forward back to the well.

“Oh look! Old Yeller!” Corner blurted out with a high pitched filly laugh.

“Don't look Sunrise! The surprise isn't ready yet! And you wouldn't wanna spoil the surprise party would you?”

Where did this pink pony come from and why was it in my head? Pink was in my view staring at me expectantly.

“I don't guess I do wanna ruin the party,” I grumbled as Chifundo gave me a questioning look. Pink jumped with glee. The pink striped zebra stashed me next to Nyota who was working on repairing the eye socket of the black stallion. It looked like his eye might have even popped out with how Nyota was moving his hooves. What the BUCK? Nyota how much damage did you do to him?

“SUGARCUBE! If I ever hear you do anything like that again, I'll consider you a raider or a pony whose been twigged! Either way I will personally put you down and claim the bounty. Do I make myself clear?” Alguacil wailed and then there was a shot of his pistol. “The next one won't miss, now get out of my sight.”

I started to look over at the commotion when Chifundo forced my head back to the Nyota and the unconscious unicorn. I wanted to ask Nyota how he had hit him. I knew how much damage Nyota could do with those hooves from the ghouls and molerats, but just what types of acrobatics could the zebra could perform while doing it? Had he really hauled the unicorn up a well alone after beating him unconscious, all in such a small space? I looked up at him with an expression of 'let me help' written across my face.

“Sunrise, see if you can wake up him, gently. Do you have any extra bandages?” Nyota started to growl as Corners and Chifundo crowded around. “The rest of you go check the building we haven't been into and stop crowding my patient!”

I had never seen Corners nor Chifundo move that quickly. I had enough sense to know how to help at least. I flipped on my PipBuck light for Nyota and then looked at the PipBuck on his arm.

“I can't really wake him up if you are working on him but I can check his PipBuck to see what's on it,” I said as I moved to where my light could shine over as much of his injuries as possible while plugging in the extension connector to his PipBuck.

It was offline, the spell matrix needed to be reset. I took a few tries to get it to boot up, but once it did; I had full access to everything. Which as it turned out was almost nothing. I could see his status, his name 'Colt Chaser'.

That was it, there were no files, no logs, nothing. This thing had been wiped! You only get this much of a wipe if you were to use a magnet. Someone intentionally took a magnet against the drive and used it to wipe the spell memory matrix clean. Why would you do that? You could ruin the PipBuck if you got that too close to the operating unit. I tried a file recovery as I noticed that Nyota had stopped working and was just waiting for his efforts to take effect.

“Sunrise, keep him covered.” Nyota declared and looked over my shoulder to behind me “Anything?”

“There are some ponies in cages inside. We should let them out,” Chifundo called back.

I pulled out Alguacil's no, it was my revolver now. I didn't cock it or release the safety, I just place it against the black stallion's head and hoped that would satisfy Nyota.

“See if you can find the keys. Also this unicorn is wearing an inhibitor ring, find the key for it too. Not sure if I wanna break his horn yet or not,” Nyota yelled out.

Break his horn! You just fixed him up! Now you have me pointing a gun at his head and are talking about breaking him again?

I stayed there as my friends were busy with searching the dead raiders. I could hear the sound of a shovel working somewhere on the other side of the well. Every time I started to peak up around the stones the pink pony in my mind would tell me, “No you'll ruin the surprise!” in the cheeriest sweetest voice I had ever heard.

Soon there was a group of ponies walking out of the metal barn being led by Chifundo and Corners. They looked like the most ragged group I'd ever seen, all came with thousand yard stares. They were filthy, so bad in a couple of cases I couldn't tell where their coat started and the dirt ended. They had wounds both festering and fresh all over them as well as old and badly healed marks on each and every pony. They shuffled their feet through the dirt, barely lifting hooves. Each of them hung their heads low into the dust and groaned as they moved. They looked like soulless husks compared to the sharp eyed purposeful movements of my friends.

Alguacil walked beside me, his talons covered in dirt and sombrero covering his face, “Buddy is taken care of.”

I looked up at him, “Where is he? Is he alright?” I said with as much hope as possible. Was this the surprise? Had Buddy found something amazing? Or was the inside of that metal building just bigger than it looked.

“Sunrise, he's dead. I buried him along with the other farm ponies behind the house,” he coldly snapped off.

I finally paid attention to my E.F.S., 4 green dots, 6 gray, no red.

Right then and there, my world came crashing down. I dropped the revolver into the dirt and I felt my hooves give out. Air drove from my lungs with my belly's impact into the ground. This is your fault! If you hadn't panicked you would have moved to back him up! Wait how? How did he die?

“What!? How? How did he-” I started as my mouth moved and the rest of my body didn't. I could feel the tears in my eyes welling up and rolling down my cheeks.

“The shotgun, caught him in the head. It wasn't pretty but it was quick Sunrise,” the griffin stated keeping his hat lowered to cover his face.

Chifundo walked past us toward the farm house. I dragged myself over to the unicorn and laid down next to him, putting my head between my hooves and just sobbing. I am pathetic, this wasteland is going to get me killed, along with everypony else.

I heard a groan and remember the unconscious pony next to me. The stallion started to move lifting his head. Suddenly guns were on him from Alguacil and Corners while Nyota had him by the throat with her hoof.

“Give us one good reason we shouldn't bash your skull in,” Nyota demanded, the threat in his voice was terrifying even to me.

“Please... please don't. I was just doing what they asked. They said if I did that, they wouldn't hurt the others,” he blurted out adverting his gaze away from everypony. This full sized stallion was sounding as pathetic as I felt. “They just used whichever one of us looked the most helpless. Please I don't remember anything else.”

“I say we smash his horn off right now! Go on Alguacil shoot it,” Nyota declared as I heard the click of the revolver's hammer.

“The first surprise is now!” I heard the pink pony say as I simply reacted.

I pushed the stallion's head down and knocked Nyota clear of his throat. I moved so fast, I felt like I was going Nyota speed. Even I was surprised by what I was doing. A magnum revolver was now pointed at my head along with a pair of machine guns. Alguacil's eyes went wide and he quickly moved his gun to not be pointing at my head and Nyota took a step back.

“ENOUGH!!! No more killing today! I don't care if he was really working with them or just protecting those ponies! NO MORE!” I screamed out at the top of my lungs. Everypony had their eyes on me as I pulled out my shotgun and pointed it around. I pointed the buckshot cannon at my friends. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my voice cracked with every word. I gritted my teeth and growled as best I could through the emotional wreck of my mind. I pumped my shotgun to get a fresh shell into the chamber as the spent round from earlier bounced off the ground. My mouth released the bit long enough to speak, “Anyone who wants to hurt this unicorn is going to be shot, by me!”

Fan Art by Box Pony:

Level up Status - Level 4 Achieved!
New Perk - 'Ah Fixed It! (Earth Pony Only) - You can take any item with a copy of itself and improve it granting an addition +2DT, +2 Damage, or +5 to any skill so long as the item is armor/clothing. Use of this skill requires a repair check and you destroy one of the items in the process (Player Choice on which is destroyed fail or succeed).

Author's Notes:

First off thanks to Kkat for creating Fallout: Equestria and letting the Project Dead Tree guys compile edit and make the full version of the Fallout: Equestria into a Pen and Paper game we can all play.

Second thanks to the Project Dead Tree guys for making the game and running it for me on Wednesday nights for the live stream.

Third, thanks to Hitomi for the edits turning this into something at least readable and more fun for us all.

Fourth thanks to our Artists for Images Imbedded:
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And new for this chapter - Trees
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