The Fall Is Where We Rose.
Just as a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, a Desert Rat by any other name would be just as resilient, versatile, and enduring.
Like the sweet-smelling rose thrives in the filth of manure and dirt, we thrive and bring forth the hidden rewards found deep within the detritus and refuge of the old world.
We survive where others cannot. We go where others will not. We do what others wish they had the mettle to do.
You think you got us figured out - you don’t… you can’t.
We survived the old world by our wits. Reject the mainstream propaganda of the “Right” way of living our lives, and we will survive this world by that same creed.
One may turn their nose up against the stink of excrement and waste, but plants grow from waste. You eat plants, as do the animals you hunt. Without waste, all things die.
Others may turn their nose up at us, but the truth is they need us, they want us, and they are thankful we exist.
And we know this.
The Fall has created lands deemed a waste, hazardous, and unsurvivable. That is, unsurvivable to the weak, the scared, or the uninitiated.
This New World needs those strong enough, skillful enough, and clever enough to know what needs to be done, how to do what needs to be done, and get done what needs to be done.
This world may not like or want us, but it sure as hell needs us.