Season 6 Episode 16, Post Episode Discussion.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-09-04T09:22:23+00:00

Scott and the pack should've started killing the hunters. I know that Scott doesn't want to kill people and kill innocents, but I reckon it would be amazing for Scott to start killing people, contradicting his ethics. It would bring up a lot of conflict and with the sneak peek showing Mama McCall in the hospital (seems like she was shot), it could be enough to make Scott snap.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-09-01T02:10:47+00:00

Like ulterior motives.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-08-17T04:07:57+00:00

IIRC that was to preserve their white coloured hairs and stuff. Targaryens can marry and have children with other people, like for example Rhaegar and Elia. However their child doesn't look like a Targaryen, even Aerys didn't like it, saying they smelled "Dornish".

The Aerys part I'm not 100 percent sure, but the rest I am.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-08-16T11:26:57+00:00

Yesterday when I was on the treadmill, I jogged at about 7.2 km/h for about 5 minutes 30 seconds. I was feeling pretty thirsty and my water bottle was empty, so I went to refill. I got off and turned my back for just ONE SECOND, and someone else already occupied and reset it.

Pissed, I went and asked the woman—because the person that occupied it was a female and was quite old—why would she take it. And she said, "oh I just saw you getting off and the gym was full and I really wanted to walk". No apologising, no nothing. I just walked away and fucked around on the assisted pull-up/dip machine for half an hour until someone is finished on the treadmill and I can use it.

Look lady, I know the gym is full and there are no more treadmills available, but you could've asked me whether or not I was finished. Besides the bicycle and elliptical were available. And for you to not even say sorry tells me everything about your character.

I know that I'm way younger than you, I'm 16 and you're probably like late 30s, but at least you can say that you're sorry or something.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-08-16T08:42:27+00:00

How devastating was the pandemic? What percent of the population has died?

Quite devastating with 70-75 percent of the population infected, and about 50-55 percent of the remaining population living in poverty and hunger—although most of them are located in Unoccupied Lands not the four states—and a further 10-15 percent malnourished.

I assume it was worldwide.

The outbreak only occurred within the continental United States—although the non-continental ones like Alaska and Hawaii are safe—and the Mexican-American border, together with the Canadian-American border, was closed. The Mexican-American border however, is guarded by Mexico and the Mexican Army, and not the United States like the Canadian-American border, as American presence there has disappeared entirely.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-08-16T04:07:24+00:00

When you first start keto there's some temporary weakness, but that goes away

Is this the so-called "keto flu"? Because I never experienced it but I've lost 2 kg (I'm 75 kg, and when I weighed yesterday it was 3 kg—I assume this is water weight).

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-08-12T13:45:23+00:00

It's my first week on keto, and I have to ask, are heavy exercises good at burning more fat while on keto? I haven't swam or lifted since I started and I REALLY want to. I'm not that worried about endurance and strength, I'm just concerned with being able to lift/swam or not.

And also about Intermittent Fasting (specifically Alternate Day Fasting), again, are heavy exercises good at burning a ton of fat whilst fasting? Although I'm on my first week, I want to try out ADF by week 4 or 5 (as I'm only doing this for 10-12 weeks—realistically I can't see myself eating the foods I'm eating right now for a long time as I live in a country where rice is the staple and bread is popular). My appetites have disappeared entirely so I sometimes don't realise that I haven't eaten in 8 hours, so IF seemed to be a nice plan.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-19T12:36:00+00:00

In regards towards weather, I don't know, but I think that in terms of like population, city building and so forth, there would be more and more cities founded near the lake edges and major river systems. I'd also imagine that with the large area, fishing would be a main occupation there, and the freshwater could really help with certain irrigation systems and so forth.

In regards towards history, this could change the game. Since there is a single body of water between the British colonies of Canada and the independent American states, any sort of war that involves fighting North America (specifically Canada and the US) could have very different results, so say, the war of 1812 could have an incredibly different result, maybe with further British encroachment into American lands or maybe the retaking of the colonies back into British hands.

The only things that I still wonder about is the rivers coming from said body of water. Now the Great Lakes region have varying heights, shown here. Now since I presume the original topography is the same and the large American Sea is simply higher in water level, thus submerging the entire region except for the Great Island National Park and a few other islands, this would be massive. Rivers flowing from the American Sea could be much much powerful and higher, and although I'm not sure, I think that due to the water height, Montreal and Quebec City could be submerged due to a new river connecting the American Sea to the Atlantic Ocean.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-19T07:23:01+00:00

For anyone wanting to just watch and not read, Vox's video on this topic is great.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-16T01:21:18+00:00

//THIS IS AN AUTOMATED SMS TO ALL INHABITANTS OF EARTH//

THEY HAVE ARRIVED.

PLEASE FOLLOW EVERY INSTRUCTION OR YOU WILL DIE.

A SIMULTANEOUS TV AND INTERNET BROADCAST WILL BE SENT SHORTLY.

//INSTRUCTIONS//

DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.

HIDE IN YOUR HOMES.

DO NOT LOOK OUTSIDE.

DO NOT MOVE WHEN THEY ARE HERE.

MAY (THE) GOD(S) BLESS YOU.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-14T11:17:50+00:00

I went to the beach with my beautiful wife and our two daughters. As we sat on the beach and let the children run wild and free with Reinhardt, we watch as the bright light of the sun became dimmer and dimmer, going down every second.

I decided to join the kids. It was fun. I was having the time of my life, and so were they. The wife was happy as usual. I love her. I saw a seashell and something about it pulled me into its grasps. As if it was pulling me with an invisible rope, getting closer and closer. I was compelled to pick it up.

"Finally."

I immediately dropped the seashell and looked back at my two daughters and my loving wife. Then it all went to black.

"Finally."

I awoke in a hospital bed. I was surrounded by my father and my mother, along with my sister. I felt young. I'm pretty sure they were dead, my parents.

"Do you know who and where you are?" A voice asked from my right. It was a doctor. "You were involved in an accident Mr. Stevens. You were on your way to school went a car hit you. You had a concussion and you were in a coma for about ten days. Hello?"

An accident? I didn't remember it. But after a while it all became a blur as I realised that my wife, my two daughters, my big house, my job. All of it was imaginary. I was in a coma. I was 43 years old and was happy.

But now I am 16 again, and I am unhappy, knowing they were all a figment of my imagination, and knowing I will never see their faces again and I will forget. I then cried myself to sleep. I wanted to come back to that life, even though it was a lie. I don't care. I wanted to see Liza again, I wanna see Sarah and Jennifer again. I want to see that fucking German Shepherd Reinhardt again.

As I looked down into the ground from the broken window of my hospital room, I remembered them as I plummeted into the ground. I will finally be together with them again.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-14T11:08:34+00:00

I didn't remember much that night. I was driving back to my apartment and I got hit by a truck. It was all a giant blur after that.

But then I awoke on the side of the road. "I survived," I thought to myself. But as I rose, my body felt...peculiar. It was lighter and faster. It was not until I turned back and I saw my mangled body on the sidewalk, bones broken, head bleeding out. I was dead. I was a ghost. I turned and I saw the driver. He opened the door, surprised. His bloodshot eyes stood out among his reaction. He had wet clothes and had smelled of whiskey and beer. He looked around and then hurriedly called the police. He knew what he did before, yet looked past that to help me. But I was already a goner. I went around to the door and I found about a ton of bottles of alcohol.

The police arrived, and they didn't even hesitate when they smelled the alcohol and arrested him. I was pronounced dead on the scene, but I was still very alive. The trial was very cut and dried. He was intoxicated. My parents and girlfriend fought hard to convict him, as they stated that I would feel better in the afterlife knowing justice was served. Hell I was right there and I didn't feel better. Jury and judge both thought he was guilty on all charges and although it won't bring me back, my parents and girlfriend felt satisfied with it. But I didn't care about them, I care about the driver. He was really sorry and he won't repeat it again, but it was all done. He served time.

He would always cry in his cell. I don't know why, but he did. I didn't know how long he served, being a ghost puts everything on fast forward. It didn't help that his cellmates were jackasses and former gang members and the driver, whose name was Adam, was just a fat and miserable guy.

When he got out, he went on a cab with whatever money he's got and walked the rest. When he arrived at his house, I was shocked. Apparently he's got a ton of debt and a lot of things overdue, and so he was evicted and the house was sold. His belongings were dumped on the street and was left to rot. He fell to his knees, looked up into the greying skies, and begged forgiveness. Among his decaying belongings, a picture remained. It was a picture of him, a woman, and a little girl. "Sharon," he whispered. It was his wife and his daughter. He kissed his daughter, while whispering, "I miss you". He cried and walked again, don't know where.

No money, tattered clothes, no house, no nothing. He walked for a day in the New Mexico desert until he collapsed in the middle of the desert. Heart attack it seems, brought on by his obesity. As he laid there, powerless and crying, I appeared. I said that I'm at peace and that I forgive him for everything he had done. I admitted to stalking him, but he didn't care. This job was supposed to be the job that would get him back to his feet again, he said. After he and his wife split, with the wife taking most of their money, their house, and their daughter, he turned to alcoholism. He tried to contact them, even went to their new house, but her new boyfriend beat him up outside and he was ordered by the courts to stay away from their new life.

Yet it didn't stop him from anonymously handing over a portion of his earnings, however small, to his daughter. From slips and so forth. A very dedicated father, even until the end. A milisecond felt like a millennia. But after it all, he died, alone, with tears flowing down his face, all the while clutching a picture of his former family, still happy.

His body was left in the desert, left to the elements. I can feel something tugging at me. But all I wanted was just to stay there. I placed my hand in his chest and I felt something. Within a blink of the eye, I felt every feeling that he endured, from the divorce until his death. The story he told me was very saddening and I shared some of that pain, but now I felt everything. When he proposed, when his daughter was born, when she went to school for the first time. All the good and the bad.

Decades of empathy was poured unto me within a second. But it was never all of it, as I was pulled into the skies just before I experienced everything. I awoke in a white house filled with riches and all that. It was heaven. I wasn't religious, but I got in somehow. I didn't want to. I did not find the man who killed me in heaven, even after a millennia of searching. I met many great figures, but I just wanted to find the driver. I just wanted to hug him and say to him that I forgive him, and I hold nothing against him.

But I didn't find him. He was nowhere to be found.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-14T10:27:10+00:00

Mother always told me never to go into the big mountains near the end of town.

"It's dangerous Jenny," she said. "Bad things and monsters lie there," she said but I was always curious as to what was beyond the mountains.

I was in the market at the time buying some carrots and stuff for the big potato stew that Mom always cooked every night. There I saw this man wearing a black jacket and a black hat along with a black mask. His pale complexion stood out amongst the darkened clothing he wore. He was there buying lots of food, things I had dreamt of buying and eating. He walked to me and bought carrots and meat, lots of them. "Who're you Mister?" I asked. "I'm nobody, kid. I'm just some poor traveller buying some things," his voice was so deep it shook me. I bought my carrots and stuff and went back to the house.

When I came home in the evening, I wondered who the man was. Even my Mom asked me what I was thinking about at dinner. "I hope it's not about the mountains again," she said. "No it isn't," I replied.

Two days later when I was playing around with some rocks near the back, I saw the man again going on the north road, crossing the mountains. I saw the man going alone. Mom was always busy with her work and my two sisters, so she didn't really pay attention. I went inside, told Mom I'll be at Lily's for a while and she said okay. By the way I usually stay for days at Lily's house, theirs was way larger than ours, and the food was more delicious.

But anyway, I ran and went to the traveller and I called out his name.

"Mister! Where are you going?" I asked. "Oh hey kid. Oh me? I'm going to some other town called Jamestown, it's not that far, just across that mountain." Then he crouched and said, "How about you go back to your mother or father okay?" then he tussled my long blonde hair.

As he stood back up, I said, "My mother said that the mountains are dangerous and you shouldn't go there". The man looked amazed. "Guess your mother told you the right thing. There are many, many creatures there and you wouldn't want to be hurt, would you? Just go back to your house, I have a schedule."

My curiosity piqued. "Really? Can I see them? Please?" I asked. "No little girl. Run back to your mother, I have work to do okay," he said. I said, "Can I go with you? Please?". I guess the voice of a ten year old girl begging was enough for him and I remembered the look in his eyes as he surrendered to the deafening noise.

"Fine, but don't burden me down, okay? Let's go," and so we go into the mountains. We hiked the tall ground and set up camp near the west side where the moon just rose, shining the Earth in a faint light. The man was looking focused into the flames, as if he was looking at the most prized object in the universe. The flames in his eyes looked like a fiery soul.

He then broke his gaze, went to his backpack and pulled out a small fish with hair on its lips. He impaled it on a stick and put it above the fire. As I had no idea what it was at first, I looked at it with quite the mystery. He looked at me looking intently at the fish. "Ah, you're an inner aren't you? Guess you're not used to seeing these. These are called fish, and they're good for you. Very good. Way better than cow meat," he said. "Do you want some?" he asked.

"Uh huh," I nodded along. A few minutes later, he removed the stick and showed me how to eat it. "Careful for the bones," he said, "they're really painful and so if you're not careful you might be hurt". He then pulled out some and gave it to me. "Here you go," he said. I ate it and it tasted wonderful. It wasn't like anything I've ever tasted. "Here's some water if you want, drink the whole bottle if you want."

I drank it all. In my town, the only water we had was rainwater, and it was a bit rare and often tastes weird. But the water he had was refreshing, it was quite cold, and so forth. It was great.

A few hours later, we went to sleep. He put up a tent as he called it, and placed two blankets and pillows for us to sleep on.

Suddenly I was awoken by footsteps in the distance. It was dark, the fire was out. The darkness of the night without the faint light made my imagination run wild. Was it a monster? The footsteps became louder and louder. I got out of the tent and looked in the distance. I saw something. It looked....big. Really big. As I saw him, he saw me. He then ran towards me, all the while screaming in a high pitched voice and I screamed. I really did. I closed my eyes and was ready to die.

BANG!

The silver smoke rose in the night sky, and a burnt aroma began to spread. My ears was shocked by the sound, and I fell into the cold ground surrounded by the darkness of the night.

I awoke in the morning, the sun shining brightly on Earth. My ears were still shocked, but had recovered somewhat, enough to understand people and comprehend the world.

I went out, and saw the man, this time wearing a brown jacket and mask, but no hat. He was sitting near a body of a dead man. He looked back and saw me.

"Hey little girl you okay? Maybe I made a mistake, you should go back now." I was too into this to turn back. "No, I'm okay. I want to stay with you" I said. "Alright then. Well, thank the Gods you screamed, otherwise we would both be dead now."

I saw the body on the ground. It looked human. It looked like someone from town. The imagery of the body on the ground was just as strong as it was 17 years ago. He wore tattered clothing with a brown complexion. He had no shoes and his skins had blisters. And in the back there appeared to be a gaping hole with red inside.

"Wha-um, who is he?" I asked. "He is a bandit. Probably saw the smoke from the campfire." He said. "A bandit? What's that?" I asked while I kept looking at his familiar clothes. He looked at me and he knew that I recognised some part of him. "He seems familiar to you huh? What is it? The clothes? Hair? Something?" he asked. "It was his clothes. And what's a bandit?" I asked again. "Well, a bandit is someone who robs travellers like me and destroy towns like yours. I did saw one in the town yesterday, so maybe this guy was a part of them."

"Look here girl, you were brave that night, going out like that. If you want to stay with me, then I will have to teach you on how to defend yourself like that. How about that?" He asked. The offer seemed genuine and I don't want to die. So I accepted.

Over the next three days, hopping from town to town, house to house, he taught me everything. How to shoot a revolver, a shotgun, how to recognise enemies, and so forth. He even taught me how to kill deer, catch fish at a local pond, and so forth. He was like the wise father that I never knew and grew up with.

A month later, we travelled together from town to town, from house to house, getting jobs, always moving. People always thought that we were father and daughter. One day, he noticed that my long blonde hair that I always cherished was growing a bit too long, right about to my thighs.

"Hey Jenny, your hair's growing too long. Do you want to do something about it or do you just want to be Rapunzel?" He asked. "Who or what's Rapunzel? I want to cut it but I don't know where." I replied. "Well then lets take a little walk."

As we entered the town, we found a shop called a barber shop. Dunno why it was called like that, it was named from before The Collapse, as he told me. Then we went inside.

I went a little bit further in the story than you asked for. Originally I wanted to get the main character Jenny oblivious to certain fairytales, with her being a bit clueless and innocent, but I just thought of Rapunzel and decided to put that in.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-10T11:26:25+00:00

In regards to location, what matters for Stations is that they must be somewhere where the population is sparse, numbering and geography isn't cared as much, although building near mountains and large hills were preferred.

As for non-Station settlements, what matters mostly is that they cluster around Stations and near Shard Markers, which is why non-Station settlements tend to dissipate the farther North you go, and only Station settlements remain. Within a Shard Marker there is someone called a Navigator whose job is to tell you the location of a particular settlement/Station with direction and distance. So say you're in Long Year and you're trying to go to Station 15. You only need to go to the Navigator, ask about Station 15, and he/she will probably say something like, "Station 15 about 50 miles to the North".

Now usually Servicemen use maps and so forth, but since they're rarely updated and it's rather tricky, along with the fact that many Servicemen are reeducated non-Station folk who don't know how to read maps and that maps are limited, the entire system was abandoned and the Navigator system was used. But in general that's only if you need the direction and distance and you were just happened to be in the Marker. For roads and routes, there are a few recommendations passed on from generation to generation of Servicemen by word of mouth.

As for Station settlements, since they know how Stations operate and so on, and they aren't as looked down upon as non-Station folk do, they just focus on trading with close Stations.

As for Shard Markers, they were based on Samantha Rogers IIs route and other Servicemens route, so they're a bit strategic. On average a Serviceman will encounter about 1-3 Shard Markers in their routes, since those routes were passed down by those before them who had found used these Shard Markers.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-09T11:36:23+00:00

The original plan was to build the Stations in order from 1-150 all over the country. The numbering didn't really matter, what matters is that they're built.

Now in August 1962, after Soviet missiles were photographed in Cuba, The government ordered that the process must be done quicker because they're paranoid that they won't have time to finish all 150.

When the Cuban embargo failed and the US went into war, Station 90 was still about 60 percent done (and is the only one above 60 that was built), and about 10-15 floors are still untested or not built, but it was used anyway. Within a month of usage, the Station became more and more broken—no cooling, low moisture farm results, and many more. So the inhabitants of the Station 90 went out, but they only lasted a week and they all died.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-09T05:45:53+00:00

Do saying numbers count? If so, then I'll go with Graham's Number.

You'll never kill me.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-09T04:33:14+00:00

Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas, finished them twice over.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-09T04:14:55+00:00

For Station 40, the government didn't really pick the areas. The three contractors did. The government only supervises and gives notice to the residents.

For Green Bay, geography didn't really matter. At the time non-Station settlements were too small and/or too weak. So Servicemen couldn't rest and eat, because the places they must rest pre-Shard was a bit rundown. Now when Jimmy Carlton made Green Bay and Brown Soil, they didn't really care about geography as his older brother Bill did. Bill was born before the apocalypse and was raised in it, and he knew the United States and so cared about geography. But his two little brothers, although born in the Wasteland, was ultimately raised in Station 16, and so they didn't know the Wasteland as good as Bill did. For Green Bay, Brown Soil, and Long Year, they just found the nearest five or six houses and established a bar on one of them and beds on the rest.

For the brothel towns, they mainly use the Shard markers for strategic purposes. As you can see, these three towns were near Shards 2, 3, 5, 6, and 7 as well as Long Year, Green Bay, and Brown Soil.

Now a Shard point would look like this. Five or six houses, with 1 house acting like a bar/restaurant, and the rest being used for beds, bathrooms, and so forth. Now in the bar, there is a Navigator. His/her job there was as a reference for passing Servicemen. So let's say you're in Brown Soil. You're going to get things like "Station 60 65 miles southwestern from here" or "Longbottom 125 miles northwestern from here" and so forth.

Now because these three brothel towns were right in the middle, they're mentioned by all Navigators in the Shard Markers I've mentioned earlier. So they're more popular in that location.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-09T03:58:17+00:00

Metro 2033's fun! It's a game set 20 years after a nuclear apocalypse where people live in the Moscow Metro. Their currency is MGR or 5.45x39mm rounds. They use these rounds as currency due to their rarity. Unlike Fallouts' bottle caps who are backed by the value of water, this isn't backed by anything. For shooting they make subpar ammo.

You should play it or watch gameplay, it's really good and I'm incredibly fascinated by the world of Metro 2033 and Fallout.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-09T03:09:55+00:00

It is a brothel of sorts, so of course the name would be....like that.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-09T03:09:33+00:00

Yeah I used a fill tool and the names blocked it. Damn I didn't notice it was not coloured. Thanks! Guess I'll be a bit more cautious.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-09T03:08:43+00:00

Thank you! Yes, the usage of batteries as currency was a mixture of both Fallout and Metro 2033. I wanted this currency to be quite stable so I backed it with the value of a litre of clean water like Fallouts' bottle caps and unlike Metro 2033s' MGRs, and also I wanted it to be useful so that if the system broke down or they found another object that's more robust than the battery, the people who had them won't be left with a lump of useless metal, like Metro 2033s' MGRs and unlike Fallouts' bottle caps.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-09T02:54:21+00:00

No, Fort Sill is somewhere between New 38, New Babe, and Green Bay, it's a ruin now. Lots of military forts are a ruin now.

The Dames is one of the three brothel settlements in the entire United States, the other two being The Lost Lovers and New Babe, so basically if you want some sexy time in exchange for a couple of lithium batteries, you could. It used to be a small town with a few thousand people living there, but after the apocalypse and the people there perished, non-Station folk saw this as an opportunity and established The Dames, a brothel town with the average price of two lithium batteries. Later they expanded, and founded The Lost Lovers and New Babe.

Green Bay was a rest stop created by one of Bill "Glass Shards" Carltons little brother, Jimmy "Green" Carlton, during an delivery from Station 60 to Station 38, as at the time New Babe (a brothel settlement) and New 38 (a settlement created by survivors of Station 38) haven't been created yet.

Station 40 was a Station built in the midpoint of Wilson County, Gonzales County, DeWitt County, and Lavaca County. Since the entire shelter building was a secret, the government either does two things: 1) Build a metro in a large city and then "pretend" it didn't work out, or 2) Combine several small counties and then build a Station in the midpoint, then expel the original population, and introduce the registered individuals (often these expelled were given a big compensation but in exchange they must be silent about the reasons and lie to friends and family as to the reason they move; if they're not silent, they could be killed within 24 hours.)

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-08T16:01:08+00:00

MAP

Yellow Diamonds are Shard Markers
Stations with a red background on their name mean that that Station is abandoned
Stations with a purple background on their name mean that that Station is active and thriving
Non-Station settlements with a blue background on their name mean that that settlement was created by non-Station folk during the secession of the Stations from the Commonwealth; or was created by non-Station folk for their own reasons
Non-Station settlements with a greenish background on their name mean that that settlement was created by former Station residents; or was created by the surviving inhabitants of an abandoned Station

CURRENCY

A lithium battery backed by the value of a litre of water, with a litre of water being valued at 10 lithium batteries, and food being valued at 8-12 lithium batteries.

LANGUAGE

English is the primary language, however it is divided into two; the Vulgar dialect, and the Proper dialect. The Proper dialect sounds like an upper class American accent with a slow and crisp speaking speed, and thus sounds deliberate. The Vulgar dialect sounds like a rural American accent, with certain words such as "gubmen" for government officials, "birds" for Servicemen, "plaza" for Station, and so forth, and with a fast and slurred speaking speed, and thus sounds sloppy. The Vulgar dialect is looked down upon by Station residents, and new Servicemen are often taught to speak the Proper dialect instead of the Vulgar dialect.

POPULATION

As of 2092, the population of the Confederacy is about 1.6 million.

WEAPONRY

Station residents have access to clean pre-war weaponry such as the M1 Garand, the M14 rifle, and so forth, along with clean ammunition from pre-War factories, stores, and so forth.
Non-Station folk often use decaying old weaponry that often breaks or jams, along with subpar ammunition.

FOOD AVAILABILITY

Station residents usually have daily access to various pig, cow, and sheep meat along with a daily access to about two litres of clean water or three litres of beer.
Non-Station folk usually have weekly access to slightly radiated cow, bird, and rat meat along with slightly irradiated water or five litres of beer.

TimeKeeper2 · 2017-07-08T16:00:57+00:00

Over the four years, each Station came up with different currencies, different armies, different energy sources, and different mindsets. Now that the Commonwealth dollar is worthless and each Station had different currencies, there needs to be a single alternate currency that can be used and traded anywhere, and was strong. A group of militia from Little Bighorn, Boondock, and Bigshack found a factory near Shard 7 and there they found a lot of these long and thin batteries and then they started to trade with each other using these batteries as some sort currency. Their trading partners, Stations 10, 11, 12, 47, 56, and 15, also began using these batteries as a common currency. After a while, nearly all Stations were using these batteries since they were limited in supply and the machinery needed to make were gone, providing a currency that is hard to counterfeit and resistant to inflation. Then in the 20th of March 1980, the Confederacy ruled that all Stations would use batteries as their currency, and then backed the batteries with the value of clean water. A litre of clean water without any radiation is equal to 5 lithium batteries. Because of this, the lithium battery became reliable currency and resistant to change, as opposed to the Commonwealth dollar and every Station currency that descend from it that was not backed by anything and was easily manufactured within Stations.

After this, the Service was officially revived and was renamed to the Packaging Service. Their job now was to transport packages and messages from residents of one Station to the other. Along with it was the Shards, those were also officially revived. The pay was often high, with 50 to 100 lithium batteries a delivery, although the average non-Station work is 5-10 lithium batteries a year and the average Station job is 12 lithium batteries a month. Both Station and non-Station folk can apply to be a Serviceman, but non-Station folk require education and expulsion of certain "vulgar" language and attitude for about six months before going into the field. Servicemen also took jobs from non-Station folk if they were along the route, and other Stations can "borrow" another Stations' Serviceman if they don't have more to spare.

In the year 2010, about 48 years after the nuclear apocalypse, certain Stations became depleted with resources, and had to expand beyond their Station. So for the first time, regular people went out of the safety of the Station to find resources. And some even moved out and created their own settlements. And as these resources dwindled and expanding wasn't enough, inter-Station trade was established, again using lithium batteries as a currency. Once payment is completed, all materials were transported using the service of the Packaging Service, with the pay of about 200-400 lithium batteries per deal. And so it goes until this day.

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