Welcome to hell. The southeast was mostly spared from the nuclear holocaust that obliterated many of America’s once great cities. While the South was largely untouched by the bombs, radiation tainted the Mississippi, and much of the land surrounding it, including much of Louisiana. After a time vault dwellers began to exit their vaults and repopulate the much changed south. The rich and fertile land that their ancestors once knew was destroyed, and replaced by something else, something alien. New Orleans was turned into a veritable swamp, with nearly two thirds of the city submerged in at least several feet of irradiated sludge that had once qualified as water. Much of the flora and fauna that blanketed the land was changed into mutated versions of those in the past. Alligators that were commonly fifteen feet in length grew into massively bloated monsters, easily as reaching over twenty feet in length. All life seemed hostile and well suited to the new environment. But, not only were there new creatures for the vault dwellers to fend off, it seemed that many pre-war peoples had fled into the swamps and devolved into something far less than human.
The vault dwellers fled their vaults and started new homes amongst the long abandoned cities of old. Large communities sprang up in Baton Rouge, and Lafayette. Trade began to flow with the Mississipi, and everything seemed to be going so well. Then word of a new vault beneath the bogs that New Orleans had turned into. Members of the Enclave, Brotherhood of Steel, and all manner of characters came from near and far to get a crack at the priceless treasure. Depending upon who you asked, the contents of the vault were wildly different. But, with both the Enclave and Brotherhood coming, whatever lay within the vault had to be priceless indeed.
With all the traffic flowing seamlessly up and down the Mississippi, bandits, brigands, and murderers have come to bring chaos and despair too many travelers hoping to get a stake of the rumored treasures of the Bayou State. The criminals have set up a lawless settlement south of Baton Rouge, in the ruined pre-war city of Morgan City. The rival bandit gangs own different parts of the city, and oftentimes fight street to street over control of one block or another. The tribals, deformed by generations of inbreeding have come out of their holes to brutally defend their territory from the invading foreigners. It seems little has changed in America. War has touched the East, War has reached the West, and soon, war will come to the South. Because war, war never changes.
Hey man, Crawdaddy Jenkins here. I wrote up this handy field guide to include a whose who of the most notable people, a handy guide to the cities and their important locations, tips on the regions and landmarks that comprise the local geography, information on the tribes and factions all busy making their mark on the world, the plants and animals you should probably avoid, and much much more. So read up traveler and heed the words that are written on these pages. If you can't read... you better get someone to read it for you cuz audiobooks went the way of the dodo a long time ago brother.
- With love for y'all,
Crawdaddy
Crawdaddy
