Some days ago a guy skinny to the bones, hair falling appart in greasy locks and pale like a corpse, showed up at the upper gates of Scrapbridge yelling something about “them hatching out of their eggs” and that “they will spred their venom across the whole Wasteland”. Now, we have plenty of crazy-ass souls showing up every now and then shouting nonsenseseses, so this particular one wouldn’t be much of a surprise wasn’t it for the fact that he died few hours later. Well, ok, that’s not surprising neither, people keep dying all the time and you have better chances if you show up before the guards lookin’ like that. BUT. One of the smart guys from the local Skool went down to have a look at the body and said that the radiation levels in that guy were “ridiculous”. He said he had never seen anything like that, not even in or near The Twins. The place this guy came from was so contaminated, so fucked up, that not even Mutards could have survived there for long. So things went out of control real quick, real hard. Everyone that was near the dead wacko since his arrival had to be locked up in isolation, because they too made the radiation thingy device go ‘blip’ just by looking at it. The Skool teacher gave everyone involved, himself included, some medicine pills you can’t buy in your local drugstore, but they are still locked away until they stop glowing in the dark. He also ordered the Judges to take the corpse away in a lead coffin to be buried in a place unknown to anyone. The Council won’t give us much information apart from that and local gossip, but they gathered in an urgent meeting to talk about the warnings of this now-not-so-much-crazy-ass-stranger. This loyal reporter of yours will try to unveil the mistery of this case and keep you posted about it, because when the rulers are worried, the ruled should begin to shit in their pants. ‘Gathering of wolves, doom of sheeps’, my grandma said.