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You are a propector from Saskatchewan that heard of the adventures and exciting finds to be discovered in the Montana wastes. When your party was attacked outside the town of Grass Range in the Big Snowy Mountains by a trio of young Deathclaws you thiught your days were numbered. As you ran from the carnage after firing rounds from your carbine rifle in vain at the hulking beast you ran as fast as you could to the nearest settlement and collapsed from exhaustion in the forest, only to wake up in a wooden longhouse in a tribal village not far from Roundup. The Great Thunderbird Commune were as helpful and friendly of a people as any, but as you wake up you ponder as to the fate of the others you left behind and battle within you the guilt of fleeing for your life as you embark once again on your journey south that may lead you down many roads. But the road of struggle for humanity is a road without end. And war, war never changes
