Home on the Strange
Folks in the Waste tell tales of what was called the Cataclysm. Now, people ain’t too good on the details – it’s been a long time since anyone could read the Old Letters (outside o’ the saner automatons and some of the older muties, o’ course). Not even the Doorknockers are much use; I woulda thought that all writin’ was the same, but they tell me that the Deseret alphabet they use ain’t up to the task. In any case, even if someone could read the Old Letters, who’s got any Old Letters to read?
Point is, nobody knows what happened. All we know is that there’s a lotta old shit lyin’ around. The good part is, most of it’s worth its weight in gold. The bad part is, even more of it is tryin’ to kill you.