Shireling
A Servant of King and Country
The Great Lakes Wasteland, 2087
August 12th
Temperature: 15 Fahrenheit
Kankakee Trading Post
Kankakee would come to be called the Constantinople of America by some learned fellows way after the war. But forty years after the Troubles set in, Kankakee had not such an illustrious title. A large industrial town before the Fall, in 2087 the place was a collection of derelict and ramshackle buildings, some of which were half buried in the snow drifts. It was August. The snows came in late June and by mid-August, the ground was blanketed in a fine powder that froze to be a sheet of brittle ice.
In the central part of town, there were big ramshackle barricades made of sheet metal and wood. They blocked off around ten square blocks of the joint, and within that perimeter lay Kankakee Trading Post, a town of roughly twenty thousand all crammed in there mighty cramped. It was one of, if not the, largest settlement in the Great Lakes Wasteland. Caravans were coming into the old fall-down gate, packs and packs of gear on the backs of clydesdale horses and mules, horses pulling sleighs and donkeys kickin' in the snow with heavy packs. With the animals were stern-faced men in big winter coats, carrying torches and lanterns and mean-looking machine guns that scared away curious people. The stone-faced Kankakee guards on watch let them in, and shut the gates behind them tight. In they would come, the horses shitting all over the crumbling roads freshly raked of snow but getting dusted up white again just the same. They would walk to an old building in the center of them ten blocks squared, an old amphitheater or community center of some type or another. And all the vendors come out and started to do their bartering in that building sheltered from the wind and warm from the heat of hundreds of living bodies. They give US cash or weights of gold stuff or silver or anything resellable, then they would take the weight off the animals and deposit it nicelike in the vendor's stalls.
Away off down the street, children would be arguing about this or that and chasing each other in the snow, before their mother would yell off to them about getting frostbite, and then they would all laugh and run inside one of those lousy crowded big buildings repurposed as a tenement. In an old bar, there was still booze running and men cutting up as they got liquored and got ready to make their run from Kankakee to Chicago to sell on the sly to the Army or the Metro Republic. They talked politics. Some of them thought Kankakee aughta throw in with the Metro Republic on account of the harshness of the Army and them wanting taxes. Some was just the opposite, appealed to patriotism and said siding with the Republic would be downright treasonous and besides the Army's got a lot more folks. Some said altogether it was better to play Switzerland as it were and they drank and they fought and they laughed and they cried and so on and so forth as men at bars are want to do.
This was Kankakee, first stop for any intrepid travelers to the Great Lakes Wasteland, and the biggest city that attracted locals from all over. Here your story begins.
August 12th
Temperature: 15 Fahrenheit
Kankakee Trading Post
Kankakee would come to be called the Constantinople of America by some learned fellows way after the war. But forty years after the Troubles set in, Kankakee had not such an illustrious title. A large industrial town before the Fall, in 2087 the place was a collection of derelict and ramshackle buildings, some of which were half buried in the snow drifts. It was August. The snows came in late June and by mid-August, the ground was blanketed in a fine powder that froze to be a sheet of brittle ice.
In the central part of town, there were big ramshackle barricades made of sheet metal and wood. They blocked off around ten square blocks of the joint, and within that perimeter lay Kankakee Trading Post, a town of roughly twenty thousand all crammed in there mighty cramped. It was one of, if not the, largest settlement in the Great Lakes Wasteland. Caravans were coming into the old fall-down gate, packs and packs of gear on the backs of clydesdale horses and mules, horses pulling sleighs and donkeys kickin' in the snow with heavy packs. With the animals were stern-faced men in big winter coats, carrying torches and lanterns and mean-looking machine guns that scared away curious people. The stone-faced Kankakee guards on watch let them in, and shut the gates behind them tight. In they would come, the horses shitting all over the crumbling roads freshly raked of snow but getting dusted up white again just the same. They would walk to an old building in the center of them ten blocks squared, an old amphitheater or community center of some type or another. And all the vendors come out and started to do their bartering in that building sheltered from the wind and warm from the heat of hundreds of living bodies. They give US cash or weights of gold stuff or silver or anything resellable, then they would take the weight off the animals and deposit it nicelike in the vendor's stalls.
Away off down the street, children would be arguing about this or that and chasing each other in the snow, before their mother would yell off to them about getting frostbite, and then they would all laugh and run inside one of those lousy crowded big buildings repurposed as a tenement. In an old bar, there was still booze running and men cutting up as they got liquored and got ready to make their run from Kankakee to Chicago to sell on the sly to the Army or the Metro Republic. They talked politics. Some of them thought Kankakee aughta throw in with the Metro Republic on account of the harshness of the Army and them wanting taxes. Some was just the opposite, appealed to patriotism and said siding with the Republic would be downright treasonous and besides the Army's got a lot more folks. Some said altogether it was better to play Switzerland as it were and they drank and they fought and they laughed and they cried and so on and so forth as men at bars are want to do.
This was Kankakee, first stop for any intrepid travelers to the Great Lakes Wasteland, and the biggest city that attracted locals from all over. Here your story begins.
Due to the sheer number of interested potential players, do not worry if it takes a little bit to get a reply back from a mod. In general, your character is free to leave Kankakee after their intro post, split up into groups or go by themselves to any of the locations marked on the map above. Overall, I want to stress to be patient and charitable with everyone as this is a big project and me and my mods are working to make everything run as smoothly as possible.
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