<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><b><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px">Fallout:<span style="color: red"> Sin City</span></span>​</div></b></span><br/><br/><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2U-rBZREQMw" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Theme Song Starts: Get Happy - Judy Garland</a><br/><br/><b><i>2281... </i></b><br/><br/><b><i>The Grand Canyon....</i></b><br/><br/>The world was ashes...<br/><br/>What was once a fully thriving ecosystem of lush forests, green pastures, fields full of life was now just ashes and rock. When the poison rain wasn't falling on the land, the silent killer, while weaker than a couple of hundred years ago, still stalked and hunted what was left untouched and either turned it into something gruesome or left it to die in the wastes of dust and debris. Hot winds and the effects of extreme weather carried disease and unknown contagions across the land. When the encrusted and irradiated twisted metal statues of man's failure to save itself wasn't present, then most of the time the twisted creatures that were born from the epic failure would be, hunting down the last few survivors of this now twisted and rotting world.<br/><br/>Through the Canyon, what had always been and will likely be for many tens of thousands of years to come, the largest gash in the skin of the once proud planet, the winds blew. The NCR had just recently defeated Caesar's Legion at the battle of Hoover Dam and Caesar himself dumped the fool, Legate Graham somewhere in this Canyon. Among other things that got trashed in the battle. Who knew what might still be salvageable.<span style="color: red"> <b>Duos</b></span>certainly thought something might. He crawled along the Canyon floor now, following the once great Colorado river, now a mere shadow of it's former self... and most definitely tainted. What's worse, his damn Pip-boy wouldn't stop picking up that god awful transmission around here... "Get Happy"? Really? Carefully he made his trek, north west along the river, treading cautious as this place was known for it's  mutant cannibals and other dangers. He had to be on his toes.<br/><br/>Dous halted in his steps, his blood chilled by the sight in front of him. He kept himself low and hidden in the brush as he wanted what looked like what had to be a dream. A tan woman, covered in smudges and grease here and there, standing about 5'8" when she wasn't crouched down picking into the dirt and trash, her obvious curves toned from what looked like to Dous as her practice.  Her dark brown hair formed an long pony tail that tried to keep the hair from falling in her face as she bent down. Her skin on her arms where her sleeves stopped obviously was a bit worse for wear with some blotches and scars apparent.<br/><br/>When<span style="color: blue"><b> Becca</b></span>saw the Canyon for the first time, she knew this was the challenge she was waiting for. It's immense size, the expanse of it. It screamed, 'Explore me!' at her. She could spend some of her time not travelling towards the nearest towns but instead, checking this place out. It might be dangerous, but it also might be very rewarding. She really couldn't think of a reason not to, especially since the fact that her wanderlust brought her to this place.<br/><br/>She made the dangerous trip down into the canyon floor. Luckily, she found what looked like an old donkey path down into it. With some carefully laid steps, she was able to get to the bottom in a few hours early enough in the morning to have some exploratory time in here before heading back up to camp for the night. About three hours in fact by her calculations. Just enough time to find something in here that might be of value to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>