conversations.from: system
conversations.value: “I know not with what weapons World War III was fought, but World War IV was definitely fought with big fucking bombs.”
  --Einis Albern, Village Elder
  Cue the theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsRNCvHXHHU
  The year is...well, no one really knows.  The bombs have dropped.  The world was torn asunder.  And what was left...well, let's not even get into that.  But as things go, time went on.  Earth regrew.  In time, civilization began to grow anew.  But what emerged could hardly be recognized by the people of the pre-war society.
  In time, people emerged from the few shelters that survived the fall.  What they discovered was, to put it mildly, beyond their wildest expectations.  Undaunted, many came out into the new land, hoping to make new lives for themselves.  It wasn't easy, but in time, old wounds began to heal.
  Our story starts off in the small town of Dusty Trail, in a land once known as the Mojave.  Here multitudes of lowly individuals have gathered to eke out lives for themselves.  Far from the reach of the Brotherhood of Thought, they lead a quiet existence.  But some folks will never be satisfied with such quaint living, and will long to seek out adventure wherever they may find it...
  
  **All right, folks, so this is my first attempt.  The setting is primarily ripped from old TSR Gamma World products, with a lot of flavor from the original Fallout game stirred in for good mix.  As such, the setting is dark, but the aim is for a lighthearted game.  So expect a lot of gallows humor and pop-culture references that no one may get but me.  Feel free to play along, but when acting in character, remember that this isn't a cartoon and silliness will provoke appropriate responses.**
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The only place to sit and have a meal or a drink in town.  Which pretty makes it the most happenin' joint around.
conversations.prefix: Lucky Lucy's:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When you're not sure what's going on around town, there's one sure way to find out: talk to the bartender.  Just don't flirt with her at work.
conversations.prefix: Lucky Lucy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This crocidillian fellow sounds like he may have an interesting plan.  That is, of course, if he can make it to his destination...
conversations.prefix: Slater:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Why not?  It's a freeform game, after all...
conversations.prefix: Mingle with the Crowd:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's an open seat at the table, now that *that guy* is gone...
conversations.prefix: Gamble:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A dying breed: your people have come this far with at least the majority of your genotype and phenotype intact.  Neither radiation nor retrovirus have kept you from being seemingly...normal?
  
  Favored Strength: Technologitst
  
  Favored Weakness: Soft & Squishy
conversations.prefix: Pure Strain Human:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mutation has a way of happening.  While your ancestors may have been human, your line has certainly broken the mold.  Whether from extended exposure to the Wastes or some quirk of fate, you're forever changed.
  
  Favored Strength: Evolution
  
  Favored Weakness: Genejacked
  
  
conversations.prefix: Humanoid:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While you can walk and talk like the rest of the residents, your ancestors are far removed from those of your hominid counterparts.  Many species have recently moved to fill the apex niche.
  Favored Strength: Beast Body
  
  Favored Weakness: Feral Tendencies
conversations.prefix: Mutated Animal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better, stronger, faster."*
  Whether by choice or by force, your meat body has been upgraded with hardware.  
  
  Favored Strength: Add-Ons
  
  Favored Weakness: Glitch in the System
  
conversations.prefix: Cyborg:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A few pieces of functional hardware have survived from the pre-war era.  While most of them have suffered severe damage and had to be reprogrammed, at least a few (like you) remain somewhat functional.
  Favored Strength: Inorganic
  
  Favored Weakness: Some Assembly Required
conversations.prefix: Droid:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether due to special training in some vault, or merely for the fact that bioscanners will recognize your fingerprints and retinae, you've got a leg up on the competition when it comes to pre-war tech.
conversations.prefix: Technologist:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *"Nature, as they say, has a way."*
  Through generations of change, you've developed abilities beyond those of your ancestors.  You're capable of astonishing abilities.
conversations.prefix: Evolution:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether it be claws, scales, wings, or sheer size, your physical form simply outmatches those of what might could be called "the lesser species."
conversations.prefix: Beast Body:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *"Go, go Gadget Tommygun!"*
  Engineers were all over your body like flies on a corpse.  No matter how literal that statement is...who KNOWS what ally they put in there?
conversations.prefix: Add-Ons:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's quite simple, really.  A number of things that seem important to others: sleeping; eating; temperature; radiation count....simply don't matter to you.  Just try not to be a dick about it.
conversations.prefix: Inorganic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Life away from the Wastes has done you a disservice.  Namely, you seem to have developed a rare allergy to common occurrences, like irradiated water; or plants that shoot toxic spines from their epidermis. 
conversations.prefix: Soft & Squishy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"They can't all be winners, kid."*
  Your chromosomal shifts have left you with certain...debilitating deficiencies.  But hey, it beats massive malignant tumors, right?
conversations.prefix: Genejacked:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *"So now I keep a close eye on my pets
  Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
  It's eat, sleep, fuck, and self defense"*
  That's you sometimes.
conversations.prefix: Feral Tendencies:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"Have you tried turning it off and back on again?"*
  While advanced, the majority of your hardware was engineered from post-war technology. Problems are bound to crop up.
conversations.prefix: Glitch in the System:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: As you lack the repairative abilities of organic beings, wear and tear add up over time.  Regular R&R (recharge and repair) at a proper facility is needed to remain fully functional.
conversations.prefix: Some Assembly Required:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If humanity has any chance at surviving the Wastes, it lies within the reclaimation of pre-war technologies...and doctrines.  You seek to uncover their secrets, and bring them to the light.
conversations.prefix: Rekindle the Past:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: So the war happened.  What now?
  Logistics is your buzzword.  Bringing the people of the modern world to a strong front, no matter what, is the sole course for survival.  
conversations.prefix: Unite the Present:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"The world is a mess, and I just need to rule it."*
  When you look around you, all you see is chaos.  What the frontier needs is order.  Order you can bring.  Order you can enforce.  Whatever it takes.
conversations.prefix: Build the Future:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've made it this far, so why not a bit further?  While others may be concerned with the greater course of events, you focus on what's important: you.  At the end of the day, that's all that matters.
conversations.prefix: Survival:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"It's the end of the world as we know it...and I feel fine..."*
  Nothing matters.  The end has come and gone, so why not have a pint and watch it burn?  For you, it's not about getting by; it's about those laughs.
  
  ((Note: If you're the type of player who doesn't read the back of cards, I'm likely to ask you to pick something else.))
conversations.prefix: Laugh at Death:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *"You've got to know when to hold 'em
  Know when to fold 'em
  Know when to walk away
  And know when to run"*
  
  Except...this guy obviously didn't...which is a shame for him.
  
  So let's turn the cards over and see what he was holding!
  
  A variety of mundane, but useful goods.
conversations.prefix: Corpse's Backpack:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A...credit voucher?  What a ripoff!  Oh, well.  It's good for most purchases in Dusty Trail, and might be a decent bartering chip on the right caravan circuits...
conversations.prefix: Gambling Winnings:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Over half the travelling trade companies who work the local circuit pass through one of Honest Robert's.
conversations.prefix: Honest Robert's Caravan Company:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're travelling.  And around you you see...lots of nothing.
conversations.prefix: On the Road Again:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A band of very unmerry men who travel the local passageways in search of easy pickings.
conversations.prefix: Raiders:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: In his usual fashion, Honest Robert ambles up to you in a bow-legged gait and says in a tinny voice: "Well howdy, Partner.  PLEASE DEFINE QUERY."
conversations.prefix: Honest Robert:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're extremely low on ammo.  Luckily, used right, you only need one shot...
conversations.prefix: Sniper Rifle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A bag which contains...look, do you *really* want to know?
conversations.prefix: Possum Pouch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You saved these from work, because *maybe* they have some clue as to what the heck you're doing with your existence.  Then again, maybe not...
conversations.prefix: Scrap Parts:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sometimes, they help to take the pain away.  But only sometimes...
conversations.prefix: Memoirs:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Slater has a plan: if the group wants to join him on his expedition, they need to pass for a caravan guard force.  
conversations.prefix: Suit Up and Fall In:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Slater has a plan: if the group wants to join him on his expedition, they need to pass for a caravan guard force.  
conversations.prefix: Suit Up and Fall In (copy):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've all put a lot into this, and now the goal is clear: reach the ruins of El Aye, and claim your reward.  Knowing this will help you through your travails along the way.
conversations.prefix: Quest for El Aye:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Employed by the Crimson Caravan Company to lead its expedition, Phrenten rides a rare "prize breed" podog with an unusally large head.
conversations.prefix: Phrenten:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some of these wagons...look like they could use some work.
conversations.prefix: In Need of Repairs:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A meter-tall racoon-man moves about the brahmin, tending to there every need.
conversations.prefix: Rocky:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of Rocky's brahmin seems to have some nasty wounds on his leg.  He's not likely to make the journey.
conversations.prefix: Injured Brahmin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A robed humanoid handling some questionable baggage at the back of the caravan.  He seems to be supressing his emotions.
conversations.prefix: Munis:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A local farmer was arguing the price of shipping mutfruit north with one of Honest Robert's drivers.  Things didn't go well, and the Lawman is a bit busy elsewhere...
conversations.prefix: This Could Get Ugly...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You had an objective: a single overriding mission that dictated all of your movements and motivations. Now, if you could just remember what the damn thing was.
conversations.prefix: Fulfill Your Objective:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fallout from the last big war started having a noticeable effect on the genetic makeup on some poor survivors within a couple generations after the war. Now, you still appear humanoid, but are looked at by most pure humans as an inferior sub-species
conversations.prefix: Mutated Human:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Like the lizards who have called this desert land home for centuries, you do not have the ability to internally regulate your body temperature
conversations.prefix: Cold-Blooded:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Possums will eat or drink anything, and genuinely enjoy whatever they find. No need for white lies about how good something tastes.
conversations.prefix: Hearty Appetite:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Resources are scarce in the Wastes and it takes a keen eye to scavenge from the ruin. Luckily, You've got two of them and a knack for sorting through the rubble.
conversations.prefix: Something From Nothing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Years of wheeling and dealing have given Artemis a 6th sense for finding the best deal
conversations.prefix: Let's make a deal:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You feel at home with other non-humanoid species, especially scavengers or others of your own kind.
conversations.prefix: Animal Kinship:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Trained to fight, and fight aggressively, but not necessarily with intent to kill...
conversations.prefix: Military Training:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The family didn't have a large herd, but that just meant that every head counted. You have some basic veterinary skills
conversations.prefix: Critter whisperer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While profit is a fine motive, sometimes it gets the best of Artemis. 
conversations.prefix: Unmitigated Greed: