War.
War never changes.
When the folly of a decadent race finally plunged the Earth into a baptism by fire, few realized what the world was to become.
Rather than reducing the world to another blackened cinder hurtling through the cosmos, the scouring heat of the atom bomb instead shifted the way things were culturally, morally, and biologically.
As those who had slumbered within the subterranean vaults constructed during the Old World's reign stumbled into the sun, they realized that their new surroundings were more than a flattened hell of radioactive dust.
For those living in the crude womb of America's south, life became a struggle against nature, leaving all resembling morality in the wind.
For those living along the beautiful Gulf of Mexico, life became a struggle against man, as boatmen forming the lifeline of re-emerging civilization battle scavengers wrought with greed.
For those living in the heart of great cities like New Orleans, life was as it was before. A struggle for power, pleasure, and profit on a stagnating and corrupt ladder.
And for those who are unaccounted for…?
All sorts of things sleep beneath the sea.
However, a new threat has emerged as slowly, nature intends on consuming what little its children have scrounged, as the looming and vicious jungles of the Foreverglades move inch by inch closer.
The hateful din of the Klansmen's Confederacy screeches ever outward from their ivory capital, as crosses of flame banish the so-called unworthy from a land marked by hate even after the Rapture had struck.
All these conflicts and more twist and writhe as beasts in a great swamp.
However, you are a Boatman. You and your brother have traveled on your raft for many years, peddling wares and ferrying travelers. But that will soon change.
The Gulf Wasteland is not a land of unity or respect, and it will soon fall on your shoulders to change that. But it will not be easy, child.
Because War?
War never changes.