𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐆𝐔𝐍 ( paused )

( 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖧𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍 )

Year is 1956 and the world has went to shit. The Reds up north shot up their doomsday-machines into the big, blue sky. Unfortunately, we were the ones looking down the muzzle...

The bombs sliced up most of the South, from Charleston, SC to Phoenix. Texas got lucky. However, its northern bulge got oblterated and the remaining parts were seperated from the North. The long strip of land hit by the bombs was called 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. Anything left from the blast turned into an anarchist's Heaven. Law was out of the question and soon people reverted into freaks of nature, doing anything they can to see blood drip....However, almost half of the rockets got screwed up during launch do to faulty manufacturing, causing most of Eastern Europe, including Russia itself to meet its fate.

The rockets themselves could be called Nuclear, but there was something off about them. They carried something more dangerous than uranium and radiation, something that would reak havoc in The Incision for years to come.

Something called The Blight...
But that is a story for another day, Partner.
As for right now we got a job to do.
Pack your bags and load your arms because the we a heading out. Louisiana calls, and we got to be the first to hear it.