Robots in the Wastes

The Wastes
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People wander the wastes looking for something, looking for permanence, looking for the life bringers. The land formally known as the Americas, now referred to unanimously as 'the wastes'. People drift together, and then apart, a single person, a child, a group, a tribe being tossed about like debris amongst waves on the shore. Great nations fell a long time ago.

Lifestyle
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People have found ways to travel across the wastes, stay one step ahead of disaster. Plenty of caravans cross between the shore townships. Nothing is perminant. Families are born and survive on the road.

Set Pieces
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The Antelope - They sprint across the wastes looking for parts so they can build more antelope. Most have manipulators in their undercarriages, lasers in their heads. They're pack animals -- er, machines.

The Spire - An old radio tower converted into a center of power, lashed together by sheets of steel from fences, buildings and road signs. Storms converge around the tower.

The Tunnels - Once long abandoned, scraps of humanity now inhabit them, spreading the message like a cancer across the desert lands. Most of them are barely human anymore, made 'better' by hacked together machine parts.

Techno - Sun-deprived skin and an attitude to match, she stands on top of the world, pumping out jams, building her collective army, preparing to overtake the west coast.

The Foreigners - A Set of caravan riders, lead by an engineer, Mick Jones. They pieced together a fairly large family and look for a place to call their own. Collectively, they have an engineer, several musical types, resources enough for themselves but not the party.

West Coast - The Last Stand, a city of light propped up on the dead body of LA. It stands alone as a safe haven, towering as an unwavering pinnacle of human accomplishment, and if it weren’t for its broad light ejecting into the night sky, you'd barely even notice it. Born within the confines of West Coast, you would never know the world outside its walls, and born outside, you would never know of its contents. West Coast is Schrodinger’s box.

Player party - You're to help the foreigners find a home. Some of you are remnants, some engineers, some gunners, and all of you are compelled to find a place for your people.

Remnants - Automatons or conversions who've adopted true intelligence. Many emulate human expression to make up for what they feel they've lost.