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Adventures of Anya. | Bison | 1

 

It has been 100 years since the catastrophe that reduced the earth to a barren wasteland. Now it is the wandering place of nomads, greenearth tribes, thugs, mutants and worse!

Some of the technology from that dark age long ago has survived in bunkers and remote scientific outposts... remnants of the once proud civilisation that called this place home. Through all this walks Anya, a warrioress trained by desperation and armed with only her wits and her ancient sword. What she seeks only she knows, and she is driven by an unbreakable determination.

Dust rose in little puffs and her cloth booted feet strode through the baking valley. The breeze gently buffeted her tanned skin, clothed only in a leather thong and bra. She carefully brushed her long blonde hair away from her green eyes and strained to see the horizon through the heat haze. To her right the forbidding grey of a blasted city...To her left the seething blue of a lake or sea.

 

Will Anya go to the city?


          Visit the ruined city?

          Head towards the lake/sea?

          No. She heads to the marshlands.

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