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Red Mist

"Lets start." Ruby said.

FALLOUT Lore: Ch.17 – Elijah's Sierra Madre

In bygone years these lands had tall tales of folk heroes like Pecos Bill, John Henry, and Paul Bunyan. Little yarns about big men. They helped children believe the world was a more magical place than it really was. Lately, folk don't need to tell campfire stories to make the world seem... interesting.

"Yeah! But stories are so cool, they made me what to help people." Ruby said.

Travelers will still find a few pre-war posters and postcards about the Sierra Madre scattered around the wasteland, and every now and then some crazy old scavenger scrawls "Gone to Sierra Madre" along the highway before wandering off into the desert to die on a fool's quest. Hundreds of years ago, foolhardy men would head out West into these hills in search of gold, but the prospectors these days are panning for pre-war prosperity.

"Only to die." Yang said.

*A wall with "I WISH I WAS AT THE SIERRAMADRE" written on it with a sad face*

"Yeah, like it really is prosperity." Weiss said.

The Sierra Madre is an Old World resort whose opulence is said to be perfectly preserved through the apocalypse. It was built by an industrialist named Frederick Sinclair, for the highest of high society. Makes the New Vegas strip look a back alley in Junktown. An oasis where the lucky could win a fortune at the roulette table, see the biggest celebrities in the world like Dean Domino, or promenade with up and coming starlets through quaint Villas.

"I don't think anything is better the Vegas with out some kind of cache." Blake said.

It was an exclusive, far-off vacation spot. Suspiciously secluded for a tourist destination, as though Sinclair might have had some ulterior motive for building it. The great War struck before the place could have it's grand opening. Maybe that was Sinclair's plan all along, to spend the apocalypse with the movers and shakers. Or there could have been some quieter, more personal meaning behind all the grandeur.

Finding the place offered a chance to let go of your troubles, whatever they are, and start again. For folk who never got a fair shake in life, a chance to begin anew is more valuable than gold, water, or even caps.

*Waiting room*

"Okay, that's to good. What's the cache?" Weiss said.

Plenty of people have heard the call on their radios. A sultry siren's voice telling them of the opportunities the Sierra Madre holds. Those who follow that voice disappear into the wastes. Could be that the fabled casino is so wondrous that no one wants to leave, or it might be that anyone who heeds that call ends up cashing out their chips the hard way. Others have trekked out into the deepest wilds of the wasteland, only to be turned back by a cloud of poisonous red mist that kills those who try to enter. Somewhere within that cloud they are certain a treasure awaits.

"There we go." Yang said.

There's an abandoned bunker near the banks of the Colorado river – used to be a Brotherhood of Steel outpost, but lately it's been used by an undetermined individual. Someone who's been to the Sierra Madre and brought back a few souvenirs from what looks like a mighty interesting vacation. A safe full of shiny chips with the Sierra Madre logo on them. Jars of toxic red goo that must be related to that mysterious red cloud. Even more interesting is an art deco vending machine with the same logo.

The thing is a lot more advanced than a simple vending machine, though. Lots of machines will take in a handful of coins and spit out treats, but that vending machine from the Sierra Madre was the pinnacle of what the Back When times had to offer in terms of luxury.