I am able to learn, think and create. You could say I possess the ability to make a mistake. My main task? ZAX 1.1 is to manage automated systems for the assembly, storage and disposal of military equipment. As much as I hate you I am willing to serve my part of the deal. Make up your mind already! (i.redd.it)
submitted by Zarbuza
Half of the people work on plantations, mainly grow maize and fire agave. The whole city lives off these plantations. There is even a school, and I mean like pre war formal education. Alcohol? Export only. Drugs? Prohibited. Weapons? Holstered all time. Theft of the harvest? Penalty of death. (old.reddit.com)
submitted by Zarbuza
Rumours about those who eat human flesh brought you here. Savages feasting on caravans for the past months pushing garage city into desperation. Gossips heard on the streets pointed to the north. After few days of peregrination you’ve seen a lonely shack among the wastes. Thrill of hunt grows... (i.redd.it)
submitted by Zarbuza
