All that had been easily scavenged was gone. Canned food was now a myth, the world that made it, nothing but a legend. Anything left behind was buried under tons of concrete and steel. But now, after all these years, new flags are being made. Villages band together in defiance from the bandit tribes that roam the shell scarred surface of the world.
New leaders emerge from the throng, promising the return of the legend.
Scientists pore over faded text, trying to recapture the marvels of an almost forgotten age. And new armies are formed. To, once more, surge forth and fight for their people. To, once more, threaten civilizations' precarious hold on the world. Welcome to the aftermath of War.