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 \u201cthem hatching out of their eggs\u201d and that \u201cthey will spred their venom across the whole Wasteland\u201d. Now, we have plenty of crazy-ass souls showing up every now and then shouting nonsenseseses, so this particular one wouldn\u2019t be much of a surprise wasn\u2019t it for the fact that he died few hours later. Well, ok, that\u2019s not surprising neither, people keep dying all the time and you have better chances if you show up before the guards lookin\u2019 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 \u201cridiculous\u201d. 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 \u2018blip\u2019 just by looking at it. The Skool teacher gave everyone involved, himself included, some medicine pills you can\u2019t 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\u2019t 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. \u2018Gathering of wolves, doom of sheeps\u2019, my grandma said. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 \u201cthem hatching out of their eggs\u201d and that \u201cthey will spred their venom across the whole Wasteland\u201d. Now, we have plenty of crazy-ass souls […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13569","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-scrapbridge-gazette"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n