YOU ARE IN THE JUNKYARD

Heroica

Misc.

CARRY ON?

IT IS HALOED BY BROKEN STREET LAMPS SPROUTING LIKE OCOTILLO FROM THE SAND. THE BARBED WIRE SITTING AT THE TOP OF THE FENCE IS ADORNED BY EMPTY BIRD NESTS AND MADE USELESS BY THE JAGGED EDGES SOMEONE HAS CUT INTO THE CHAINLINKS BENEATH IT. MOUNTAINS OF TARNISHED AND SHINING AND GRITTY AND TORN-APART METAL RISE INTO THE SKY, CLANKING AS SOMETHING— SOMEONE?— RIFLES THROUGH THE BOTTOM EDGES FOR SCRAPMETAL TO CALL "MINE".

YOU COULD STAY HERE
BUT THERE IS HOWLING INSIDE THE GATES

+ BEGIN AGAIN
+ FIND WHAT YOU DESIRE
+ FIND WHAT HAS BEEN LOST