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Indiana Patrol Force

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> >About a month after Yellowstone erupts, a group of survivors take refuge in the Indy 500
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> >They begin by building a small town in the center of the complex, with the Hall of Fame being the common building where everyone does official business.
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> >The areas around the Speedway, especially to the north, are completely lawless, and though the highways are clogged with cars, most country roads are totally clear.
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> >The leader of the settlement gets an idea to refurbish the old Indy Cars (many of which are 2-seaters) and turn them into high-speed patrol vehicles.
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> >They build filters over the radiators to keep road-ash out, put heavy, offroad tires on them, and kit them out to be used as patrol and interceptor vehicles.
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> >The Indiana Patrol Force is founded.
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> >Soon, other locations unite with the IPF and their patrol network expands.
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> >Patrol Officers use varied vehicles and equipment depending on which barracks they're stationed from.
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> >For example: Near the Speedway, most officers use the refurbished Indy Cars, while the further north you get, the more old muscle cars and regular civilian cars you see. The only thing they all have in common is the IPF badge on the doors of the vehicle.
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> >They are armed with everything from old Mosins to tactical ARs, as well as heavy weapons mounted to their vehicles, which includes a short blowback, black powder geavy machine gun that can be built in a blacksmith's shop if need be.
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> >Their zone of control stops just below South Bend, and just north of Louisville.
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> >Usually their barracks are renovated century-old mansions, which can be found dotting the Indiana countryside. Their garages are usually polebarns or other modular structures, and they use partially-buried shipping containers as armories.
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2nd Kentucky Rifles

>day zero +789

>I was promoted to Stick leader today

>2nd Kentucky Rifles push into the Ashland has been an absolute nightmare

>Our linkup with the Texas Expeditionary Force fell through when a mixture of ash and high altitude stopped their trucks just south of Denver

>The curse of a light infantryman knows no bounds. Sure, we don't have trucks to fail us, but I think every man was looking forward to mounting up with the Texans. They get Infantry protection, we get motorization. Fair is fair.

Our previous stick commander bought the farm today when some coked up, twink-looking ashy with faded accents of pink and blue in their grey hair lept on him and ripped his throat out

>My training took over and I pumped four rounds into em, right into the Bernie sticker, just like they taught us.

>The ash is nothing like back home. It covers the ground in a fine blanket as thick as your foot. You can't just sweep it away, the particulates in the air just fill in the spots you sweep.

>The loot is sub-par. Survivors bodies litter the streets and homes, picked clean by other survivors who've met their end.

>Rumor on the lips of security forces and non-coms has it the Little Rock Regiment has taken to taking the teeth of the Ashes they kill, no idea why.

>Met a survivor today who claimed to have seen some CBRN suited weirdos near Bolder talking about blowouts and throwing bolts around, probably just the early stages of dust madness.

>We traded two pounds of hardtack for a packaged set of filters and a tarp. He offered us his daughters for iodine tablets and a box of 12 gauge, but the CO quickly shot that idea down

>Attrition rates are projected to climb sharply as we move closer to Cheyenne and north more. We get the occasional burst of the sun, maybe an hour of real bright illumination a day. Meteorological team says to expect that to go away the closer we get, and to start expecting ash rain

>Our filter supplies are holding

>But out minds...not as much.
AC-01

Automatic Carbine 01

1. [Description] The Penn Arms AC-01 is a military-exclusive carbine based off the AR-01 chambered in 5.56x25 NATO. It uses standard STANAG magazines and is of fully automatic design. A civilian version of the AC-01, the SAC-01, is manufactured from the New Chicago Armory and the [REDACTED] Armory and exported to the Technocracy region. Unlike many other rifles of the era, the AC-01 and the AR-01 utilize a special polymer compound not found in other examples in other regions. This is due to the Technocracy's technology in utilizing and reforming old plastic material into a new compound that can easily be mass produced.
2. [History] In 4 PA, after the newfound breakthrough of plastic compound manufacturing, [REDACTED] [REDACTED], head of the war department in [REDACTED], wanted to utilize this new material to put the Technocracy ahead in small arms manufacturing. Light, maneuverable, and with a minimum amount of metal parts, the AC-01 is a popular choice with rear-echelon militia troops and urban operators.
3. [Technical Specifications] The AC-01 uses a smaller caliber round than its bigger brother, the AR-01. The AC-01 uses 5.56x45 NATO ammunition and is fed with STANAG magazines. The barrel of the gun measures 9.5 inches, and features a short-stroke gas piston style gas system. The gun sports an underfolding stock, making it a compact package suitable for confined spaces. The grip, barrel shroud, and upper receiver are all made from a heat resistant compound made from recycled plastic, [REDACTED], which is also used in the AR-01.
4. [Civilian Use] The civilian version of the AC-01, the SAC-01, removes the full-auto capabilities of the firearm. Otherwise, the firearm is the exact same. It is popular with local militias.
Life Up North

173/365 days of deployment

2nd Alaskan Highlanders, Highway Security team Delta

The Good thing about the long harsh Northern winters for us is trade basically flows to zilch. That also means any raiders who think they can make it rich by striking the Alaskan Highway also vanish. The thing with winter is that a few traders try to get up to Fairbanks or Whitehorse. Each trader puts in an estimated time arrival where if they do not make it by then we have to go our and search for them .This ends up mostly with us finding the trader frozen and dead or he makes It to his destination a few days late but it's mainly the first. The team is on one of those missions now. We soon find a man huddled next to a small fire by an over turned semi. Guy has frostbite on all his fingers, it's been a steady -50 for the past two weeks. Team is surprised this guy is still alive. Team leader radios command saying we found him alive and needs medi-vac to Whitehorse. Wrapped him in blankets, loaded him in the apc, gave him some luke-warm water and sped off for command. Shame he'll loose most of his fingers, but that's life up here in the north.
The Penn Technocracy

The Flag of the Technocracy

## History

The Penn Technocracy was founded 3 months after the yellowstone eruption. Penn State, being an agricultural college, was able to solve it's food problems, with the ash assisting with fertilization of crops. In 3 YPA, the Technocracy began to assimilate the surrounding areas and became major faction in it's small, immediate area. After their first successful expedition in 3 YPA, an expansion of territory occurred and more expeditions were launched. In 5 YPA, the Technocracy launched the "Great Expedition" into the Deep zone. There, it recovered much lost knowledge and became a industrial and scientific powerhouse, though it lacks the territory, or motivation to become a major faction. If, however, the Council decided to pursue that status, much land east of the Technocracy remains unclaimed, and would cement The Penn Technocracy as a major military and trade power in the region.

## The Great Expedition

The Great Expedition was a mission undertaken from 5-8 YPA. This 3 year expedition was the largest undertaken by the Technocracy since it's founding. It involved over 1,000 personnel, 300 Armored vehicles and 1 *AH-64D Apache Longbow* (Repaired and first used during the expedition). During this expedition, the Technocracy gained priceless amounts of lost technology and made it's first contact with west cost factions such as the UDA and The Republic of the Ozarks. The ending of the Great Expedition gave the Penn Technocracy a good look at the reality of such a large scale operation. The total losses accumulated by the Technocracy included 524 personnel casualties (283 KIA and 241 WIA), 182 destroyed/inoperable armored vehicles, and innumerable logistical losses. Despite the high attrition rate of the campaign, the PT reaped the hard won spoils of their journey. Among the recovered items includes

* Partially completed physical design documents for the M2 Bradley
* A recovered AH-64D Apache
* Records of Deep Zone unique phenomena

A second expedition is planned to venture further south towards whatever remains of texas and possibly mexico.

## Relations with other Ashlands Factions

### Major Factions

* Appalachian Defense Force: Whilst technically residing in the ADF's territory, the Penn Technocracy maintains a amiable relationship, sovereignty, as well as a trade agreement, with them.

* Republic of New York: While diplomatic talks are non existent, mainly due to neither side caring about the other, Large amounts of trade takes place between the two.

* Republic of the Ozarks: While a new contact for the Penn Technocracy, a large amounts of diplomacy and trade has taken place after first contact during the Great Expedition.
* United Denver Army: Encountered during the end of the Great Expedition, a trade agreement was quickly established between the PT and UDA for the UDA's AK pattern rifles.
Delmarva Confederacy

Comprised of a union of the county governments of the Del-Mar-Va Peninsula, this breakaway republic formed out of necessity after it found itself isolated from the rest of the nation after the eruption. It is an agrarian society that closely resembles the area in the 18th and 19th centuries. The Chesapeake Bay and it's tributaries are the region's lifeblood, providing food and trade routes to it's hardy people. Major industry includes fisheries, agriculture, shipbuilding, and horse- breeding. Though small, the region has grown wealthy through trade westward with the devastated regions of the former United States and coastal trading. The ports of Wilmington, Baltimore, and the newly established Wicomico port are under its control. Trade goods flow westward across the bay and radiate along the canals and steam railroads of the ADF. While it maintains an uneasy trade alliance with the ADF, there is friction to the south between DMVC forces based at Pax River Naval Air Station and expansive forces of the Carolina Confederacy in Northern Virginia.
TRANSCRIPT No. 2438

------OFFICIAL TRANSCRIPT------

---Background Information---

>Day Zero plus 516

>Hurricane Sam has devastated the Gulf Coast and South Florida 3 months ago

>Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana have formed the the Gulf Coast Conglomerate; forming their Capitol at the Deepwater Horizon Oil Platform

---Personal Log of [REDACTED]---

--Serial Number [REDACTED]--

>This is possibly the worst assignment I could have gotten

>I was disqualified to serve before Yellowstone, but now they need everyone they can get

>Dixie Diver sounded like such a great title

>And goddamn did that unifrom look nice

>But all I do now is pull bodies from the waves

>At least now we can go out on missions

>For the 1st month we were on station, there was nothing

>Black seas and black skies were all we saw from the coastline

>But god it's gotten worse

>I can see their faces still, staring at me from their windows and cars

>With lungs filled with ash and water

>Even worse is that I never see them until they are near to my face

>The ash clouds the water to a dull grey with visibility near zero

>The low freq Sonar can only pick out large shapes, and we have to investigate ourselves

>I know you hate to hear this, but I'm applying for transfer to and Expeditionary Unit moving to assist in the Zone

>I can't look at the water like I used to. All I see are those who died there

>I want you to come with me, but if you choose to stay; heres me and my team when things were better

>I love you

---End of Log---

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Arkansas Road

Arkansas?

I been there before.

Never going back there again.

And here is why.

I was traveling through Arkansas. never been through this road but I will give it try since it seems to be less polluted and destroyed. Once got there I see peaceful families and everyone else. there all getting along and actually acting like the good old days of america. what the fuck??? One of them sees me and they greet me with apple pie and coca cola thats not been lefted in sewage or in looted stores.

"What in the world is this place?"

see kids playing around. People are all dressed like the old style Americans and not a single one is dressed in a wasteland gear like I am. see people getting along fine. see people actually getting together as friends and having a BBQ party. No radiation, no dead bodies, no rogue squadrons, no dystopian governments, no chaos and madness. Until I saw a skinwalker and it was approaching me.

"oh fuck!!!"

Raise my shotgun and get ready to die because I'm a fuck up, but suddenly hear laughter behind me. I see all of the people in the town rushing towards the fucking thing.

"What the fuck your gonna get yourself killed!!!!"

But the people started pulling out these knifes and machetes and spears and they where jumping on the damn thing and stabbing and cutting it like it was just some steak, that thing did not even stand a chance not even had the chance to swing it's claws. All of those people had those smile on their faces when they where doing this. When they finally got done stabbing and cutting the dead thing the people ripped open the stomach upon and started to pull out the insides of the skinwalker. I never thought I could feel bad for one of those fucking things but... The horror as they are rubbing themselves in that things blood and they all get into a fiesta eating frenzy. They are just fucking that thing up and even the kids where rolling in it. They all stop and stare at me with those smile and eyes.

I got the fuck out of there and never ever returned there again fuck Arkansas, jesus fucking christ!
Camp

## *Survivor* Gameplay

### Description

An area where castaways reside when not participating in a challenge or attending Tribal Council

### Appearances

Every season

A **camp** is where the castaways reside over the course of the game. During the first half of the game, the tribes live in separate camps while during the second half of the game, the tribes come together and stay in one camp due to the merge. Camps are usually situated near a body of water like a river, lake, or the sea. The tribe camp has two key areas: the living area, where residents build a shelter for sleeping and shield from the elements, as well as where food is prepared; and a water well, containing drinking water.

Pre-merge tribe camps are normally equal in nature, being either identical or each having pros and cons to compensate for any inequality.
Fraternitas de Corpus Sacramentum

-LCpl Frank Morris

## Area of Operations

The **Fraternitas de Corpus Sacramentum** are a group of peacekeepers stationed in Sutter's Fort, Sacramento. The group consists of devout members of several nearby churches, as well as AWOL members of the National Guard from the nearby US Army base.

## History

### The Arming of the Fraternity

Two months post-Rupture, members of the Sacramento Baptist Church still lingered around Downtown Sacramento. The ash had reached the city only days after the eruption; still, the future members of the Fraternity stood strong, attending sermons led by Father Santiago every Sunday.

During a sermon on December 3rd, 2017, a wounded, dehydrated Marine stumbled into the church, muttering about "The Unit" . The Marine was treated, given water, and allowed to rest for a few days, after which he introduced himself as Lance Corporal Frank Morris. He warned Santiago and the members of the church about a large raider group settling into Raley Field, across the Sacramento River.

Morris led a squad of church members South, to "The Unit", a Marine Reserve base some 40 miles away. The group was engaged several times along the way, ultimately losing three members. They arrived two days later. The base was ransacked and looted, but the armory was sealed tight - Morris, the acting Armory Chief (now, at least), spun the dial and threw open the blast door, exposing a goldmine of weaponry and gear. M16s, M4s, M2s, M240Bs, and even Mk19s - it was all there, about 150 weapons in all, and enough ammo for months. The issue of transportation was an issue for about ten minutes, before Morris found the Humvees. It was a wonder that they hadn't been stolen yet, but the church members accepted it as an act of god. After a quick lesson on the operation of the M240, the group jury-rigged the guns to the turret mounts of the humvees, loaded up all the shit they could carry (MREs included), and headed back North.

Nobody engaged the group on the way home.

### The Founding of the Fraternity

A week after the mission to the South, Father Santiago approached Morris with an offer to lead his people. Initially hesitant, Morris refused, stating that "it wasn't his place to lead", before accepting the position moments later.

Morris' first order was to shift operations elsewhere; his reasoning being that the Church would be too difficult to defend. Sutter's Fort was decided upon after careful (and brief) deliberation.
Quotes

Page for notable and funny quotes from and about the Ashlands.

*"It is The Lone Fort State. Fags need to call there own place a Republic or a Federation or someship" -* Anon

"My existence has two features: misery and potatoes, and I'm all out of potatoes." - Unnamed

"I thought the RNY and FNC were a lot like the Yankees and Redsocks, until we started shooting at each other." -Angelo DiDonato, 5th RNYM Sharpshooter
CS-01

Combat Shotgun 01

1. The combat operations against targets in the ruined cities like Lincoln and Pierre resulted in a lot of CQC firefights where the longer AR-01's proved less than efficient for Penn forces. Thus, a new weapon was devised. Using many design principals from other Penn arms weapons, the CS-01 was born. Utilizing 12 gauge shot shells, the pump-action shotgun was able to use a wide variety of different shells.
U.D.A Equipment

## SP-10

All the weapons the UDA uses are sent to the factory at The Port, a large section of the bunker that specialises on reloading ammo, refurbishing and manufacturing weapons for use in the UDA.

The UDA trades weapons and it's services to finance the process of manufacturing the weapons. they get the material east, from the Ozark Republic, and parts from scavenged weapons found by scouts or bought in the market.

Most weapons apart from explosives and anything that pre-ashfall was considered a "Destructive Device" are available for sale in the Underground of Denver, although prices are elevated and require an extensive test and background check.

UDA soldiers are trained to not depend on their secondary weapons due to the scarcity and cost of them, they're only issued to officers and superiors, it is a status of honor to own a pistol.

## FA-5

"a refurbished AK rifle in 7.62x39, it is the standard issue rifle of the UDA, damages and cosmetics vary by the condition of the original rifle "

### Currently in Use

UDA army

Most of their other small arms are upscaled AK variants, all their DMRs, LMGs, and mounted machine guns are all modified AKs with diferent Chambering. For example, The FF-8, their DMR is an AK upscaled to use 7.62x51.

The UDA has a monopoly on AK rifles, if you encounter one in good condition, it's likely that it was made in 'The Factory'

Other small arms that the Armed forces use are Refurbished Barrett 82's and M2s used on technichals. Although rare, bigger weapons are found on deep zone excursions.

## Vehicles and Artillery

Most of their vehicles were found in hangars at Military bases in Colorado. some were too damaged to repair but were used for spare parts.

Their Air force is small in numbers but effective, It consists of only 3 Helicopters

* Black Hawk
* Chinook

* Apache

Not only do they only have a handfull of each of them, there is a limited ammount of missiles and ammo available to them, and since the cost to produce them is very high, munitions are used sparingly.
Season 3, Episode 8

**Season 3, Episode 8** is the eighth episode of Australian Survivor (2016) which aired September 6th, 2016.

## Challenges

### Special Reward

**Challenge:** United We Stand
**Winner:** Saanapu

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## Tribal Council

No Tribal Council occurred due to the tribe swap.

## Gallery

*All images are taken directly from Network Ten and their affiliates*

## Trivia

* This episode featured no Tribal Council.

## References

Episode 10 · Episode 11 · Episode 12 · Episode 13 · Episode 14 · Episode 15 · Episode 16 · Episode 17 · Episode 18

Episode 19 · Episode 20 · Episode 21 · Episode 22 · Episode 23 · Episode 24 · Episode 25 · Episode 26
The origins of the Lone Fort State

Louis approached the point of the deal, the overcast skies raining ash and blowing cold wind accross the Texan wasteland. Little did he know the simple agreement, a quick exchange of oil and weaponry, would become the basis of one of the strongest post-rupture nations."Tell me," said the old man, Eddie Rowling. "Do you know the significance of where we are, the symbolism apparent in this forgotten stretch of highway?""Mmhmm," replied Louis, unimpressed by the former magnate's grandiose appearance, tainted by the falling ash."We're at the crossroads.""I never took you for a big blues fan Louis," laughed Eddie."I'm not," quickly replied Louis, "believe it or not I was a preacher before all this." The old man laughed again, the stark contrast of his dusty suit and his wealthy roots evident to all but himself."So tell me then, \*father\* Louis, do you believe in it? That a man once sold his soul at a place much like this?  That a man would lose himself just for some skill at the guitar, just for some friends and some wealth?""No, no I don't," Louis replied, "way I see it, a man's soul isn't his to sell, not his to corrupt, or to save, but god alone's.""Good," replied Eddie, "then we're in business."They shook hands, the cold flesh of the the old man's skin meeting the ashy black of Louis's glove. And with that, a nation was born, of greed and necessity, exchanging the spirit of the people for survival in the ashen wasteland of the post-rupture world. In mere months time the alliance world grow to a para-military group, then, taking the centers of Texan industry, a fledgling nation, becoming known as the Lone Fort State, their Texas Expeditionary Force becoming one of the first armies to venture into the Ashlands, securing wealth in the leftover oil fields,  opened anew by the immediate tremors after the erruption, making the Lone Fort State the lifeline of industrial production in the outer Ashlands.
Berkshire Commonwealth

The **Berkshire Commonwealth** (Formerly the **Greater Massachusetts Commonwealth**) is a small faction located in Western New England. It was formed by various Berkshire militia groups, each of which whom were formed to combat growing threats of rampant bandit raids. After banding together these armed groups sought to unite and create a larger entity which could govern and control the areas they fought to protect.

## Background

The Berkshire Commonwealth was officially formed after the fall of the short lived Greater Massachusetts Commonwealth. The GMC was formed during the earliest days of the rebellion, however this union was crushed by FNC troops as they marched on Albany. The remnants of the Greater Massachusetts Commonwealth retreated to the West Bank of the Connecticut River and formed the Berkshire Commonwealth.

## History

### Earliest Days

The area fell under the control of the FNC during the earliest days following the chaos of the eruption. Due to numerous reasons such as a reduced populace, the needs of the region were largely ignored by the FNC. This silence continued after bandit groups crossed over from nearby RNY territory to terrorize and loot the populace frequently. (Allegedly these raiders were RNY Force Recon groups terrorizing the FNC countryside with the intent of disrupting the westward expansion of the FNC.) These allegations by locals forced the FNC to not help or interfere with armed action, with the goal of maintaining relative peace with the neighboring RNY. When the pleas for assistance fell on deaf ears, locals throughout the countryside banded together forming multiple regional armed groups, with the intent of fighting these incursions by bandits and to help protect the people. After the formation of the units, numerous FNC troops joined up, feeling a greater obligation to home than to Boston. (Some FNC troops stationed in the east secretly joined these insurgent units while still serving in the FNC, bringing a new meaning to the term "Weekend Warriors".) In the east, the "**Berkshire Brigade**" was raised near Westfield by an FNC NCO who went AWOL after his family was slain during a raid on his homestead by bandits. He then convinced other small local groups to join together. Although relatively small in number, even after absorbing local units, the name was changed to the "**Berkshire Brigades**" to convince outsiders and enemies the force was larger than it actually was. In the west, a former Air Force officer living in the farm country outside of Pittsfield formed the "**Berkshire Militia**". Although retired by the time the eruption happened, after witnessing the carnage caused by the bandits and realizing the relative peace and stability in the region was in jeopardy, he took up arms and quickly formed a sizable group of composed of friends and locals. After recruiting anyone who wanted to answer the call to arms, the group quickly grew to being the largest armed group in the area.
Just my take on the deep zone.

Some folk say Yellowstone is still burning

I didn't believe them until I saw my first firestorm

The strong winds blowing smoldering ashes and chunks of half-molten rock across the wastes

A black wall on the horizons, with portions of it glowing like hellfire

It reminded me of an old country song

So whats in the deep zone?

Id assume fury road style ash and thunder storms

ashen creaves and sinkholes that can swallow the biggest of TEF rednecthicals

a exploded and horribly irradiated nuke silo

firestorms and lava flows where the grey gradually turns into a somber sanquine crimsion closer to the dead zone

seismic activity that so routinely shake up the earth what little cartography is possible in the ashlands is deemed useless.

entire cities and urban areas frozen in time like pompeii, some im a state of panic, some in a final embrace, most just stuck in a endless grid of traffic

nobody enters the deep zone, and nobody leaves

The firestorms come from the crater, where the winds are higher than anywhere else. They make their way out, sometimes still burning in the outer ashlands.

Carving large swaths of apocalyptic hellfire through the deadzone, and deep/exclusion zone mostly dying off by the time they reach the outer ashlands

the ash wraiths have a name for these hellstorms, they call it the tears of the mountain

The first firestorm in the deep zone killed anything that survived the initial ash wave.

The survivors thought they had seen the worst, but lord, were wrong.

Like cannonballs, chunks of semi-hard lava removed limbs and the subsequent wave of flaming debris and ash cauterized the wounds.

What wasn't ripped off was degloved by the sheer force.

In their last moments, they wished they had died in the eruption.

hell on earth didnt even describe events that unfolded in the deep zone.
 Rivers of molten slag sweap away entire towns in the blink of an eye, the deafened, concussed survivors barely having any time to react to the intense heat igniting the air around them before being dragged along by metric tons of molten magma, rock and metals,
 that zone is lost, but there are rumors of a large bunker complex filled with top notch technology and equipment.
 a fable told around campfires in the ashlands, amongst groups of raiders, mercs and scavengers. A bunker filled with innumeruous treasures.

 Any who tried to seek the riches met the same fate as the others.
 A swift, but horribly painful death
 A fitting end to those overcome by greed
Ash People

The Ash People, often called mask people, are nomads that scavange to survive. They often travel in packs roaming from town to town, splitting up and looting everything they can carry. Often wearing large backpacks to carry everything, preferring foot travel to vehicles almost every time.

They are incredibly mechanically adept, and can find hundreds of useful things where an average traveller would only see junk and trash. In exchange for food, water, or materials they don't have they will trade garage firearms that can work in the heaviest of ash storms.

Ash People never show exposed skin. Covered from head to toe in dense clothing and often gas masks, they leave no skin exposed to the dense ash and battering winds found in the Ash Zone.

## Language

The Ash People speak two languages. English, and what is known usually as "mask speak". Mask Speak is a version of English that can be better communicated through gas masks and is used when they want to converse between themselves more efficiently or when they don't want to be overheard by traders.

## Aggression

The Ash People are timid and avoid social interaction except when trading. If they hear you coming, they'll often avoid confrontation and flee until you have passed by. Do not confuse this with weakness, as they can kill you in a matter of seconds if you are not expecting it, but usually only attack when cornered. If you see one, it is best to avoid them if they do not know you're there because there will always be more.

## Locations

The Ash People live in the Ash Zone, scavenging supplies and gear to repair or make weapons. They will usually trade weapons and ammo for supplies they can't scavenge, and often do not attack aggressively unless it's a clear victory for them and they will get a lot out of it.

Nobody knows where the Ash People permanently reside, if they do at all. Where Ash People have roamed for a while, tunnels burrowed into the ash and topsoil are found that go for hundreds of feet in every direction with no signs or writing inside. Do not explore these, as nobody has entered one and came back to tell the tale.
Too Big For Our Own Good

I saw the sky last night. It was brief, but I saw it. 22:45. For no more than ten seconds, I got to see a star. I didn’t sleep the rest of the night, too much to think about.

It was nice, though. That brief break in the grey gave me something to think about. It’s kinda funny – back before the eruption, we took the stars for granted. The Earth cycled, those lights would shine in the dark sky and everyone went about their business. They formed our culture, informed entire pantheons and helped guide ancestors through the wilderness. Then eventually, we grew past the need for the stars, started to build cities – drowned them out in our own light. A big “Fuck you!” for those tiny lights in the sky, half of which are probably dead now. I remember reading about one; Betelgise? Betelguise? Something like that. Supposed to go up in a supernova any time between now and sixty years, they said. If that light hit us today, the largest explosion in recorded history, would we even notice it?

Except, there was one star we never quite disassociated ourselves from. I haven’t seen the sun for weeks. Don’t know if I’ll ever see it again. Don’t know if my kids, or their kids will for that matter. Maybe the sun will end up as a legend, told around the dwindling fires of the giant light that lit up the sky. How hours could go by without ash in the sky.

Maybe we grew slightly too big for our own good, and now the stars have abandoned us.

Funny, huh? That brief ten seconds and now I’m getting all philosophical.

It does make you think though. What happened to the rest of the world? Best I can tell, there’s not been any relief force sent from anywhere. The Brits, the French, not even NATO or the UN. I wonder how bad it is everywhere else. Hell, I can’t imagine what it’s like for the poor fucks on the Station. Launched in September as pioneers of mankind, looking into the future and now forced to watch as Earth dies a long and slow death below them. Nothing they can do to help, probably nothing they can watch. Wonder how long their supplies will last? Six months, a year? Satellites have to undergo manoeuvres every now and then to push them back into orbit before they fall into the atmosphere and burn up – will the ISS burn up? Wonder how long it’s gonna be before the communication sats start burning up. Our own man-made meteor shower we’ll never get to see. I bet the folks at NASA will figure something out. They’re good at that shit.

If anyone’s going to have a plan, it’s got to be NASA.

Maybe that’s where I’ll go.

- SCIFIGUY
Wilson's Journal

Personal Journal from a merchant who frequents the Alaskan Highway

>I know everyone talks about how brutal and scary the Alaskan Highlanders are to raiders in the Grey

>but when they find raiders outside the area where the air and ground are choked full of ash they go fucking apeshit on them

>I was doing a run a few months ago up to Whitehorse, standard stuff

>Suddenly I hear this sound like the chopping of air coming in from the Northwest

> I gaze up to see multiple helicopters flying low over the treeline like they're chasing something

>Fucking helicopters man, I thought I'd never see any again because of the ash

> From the treeline about a mile up the road, a half dozen men run out of the tree's like there was a grizzly bear after them

>One of the helos swings around and fires on them, turning the group of running men into mush. Then flys onwards

> Seems a group of hotshots thought the foot patrols would be more lax the farther from the Grey they got

> Now they know why foot patrols are less frequent up here where there's no ash

> These Alaskans are quite fucking insane when it comes to keeping this road clear, but i appreciate it
Gerald McBoing-Boing (TV series)

**Gerald McBoing-Boing** is an original Canadian-American 2D animated children's television series based on the original cartoon. It premiered on Cartoon Network (United States) on August 22, 2005, as part of their Tickle-U programming block, and on Teletoon in English and French (Canada) on August 29, 2005. It uses the same basic art style as the original, but with more detail. Each 11-minute episode features a series of vignettes with Gerald, of which the "fantasy tales" are done in Seussian rhyme. There are also sound checks, gags, and "real-life" portions of the show.

Gerald still only makes sounds, but he now has two speaking friends, Janine and Jacob, as well as a dog named Burp, who only burps (accompanied by someone, usually Gerald's mother, saying "excuse me" afterwards). Gerald's parents (names unknown) also fill out the regular cast. The television series was produced in Canada by Cookie Jar Entertainment, and directed by Robin Budd and story edited/written by John Derevlany. The animation was done by Mercury Filmworks in Ottawa & Vancouver. The music and score for the series was composed by Ray Parker and Tom Szczesniak.

It is shown on ABC TV (ABC Kids) in Australia, Channel 5's Milkshake! in the UK and RTÉ Two's The Den in Ireland.
Outer Zone

The Outer Ashlands is the most common name for the Secondary Ash Zone following the Yellowstone Eruption. Ash was very thin here and did more good than harm environmentally, due to the minerals contained that boosted plant growth. It was not without harm, and the panic from the eruption combined with the millions of western refugees seeking shelter and food had left millions starving and many more millions dead from the lack of resources.

## States in the Outer Ashlands

The following states are residing in the Outer Ashlands (from North to South):

* Eastern Minnesota
* Wisconsin
* Michigan
* Iowa
* Indiana
* Illinois
* Western Ohio
* Eastern Kansas
* Missouri
* Western Kentucky
* Western Tennesee
* Arkansas
* Oklahoma (minus panhandle)
* Northern Texas
* Northmost part of Mississippi
* Southern New Mexico
* Southern Arizona
The Lonely Road (WIP)

Skies wept a smouldering grey as tears of ash touched softly upon the earth, for miles we could see nothing but the world we had become accustomed to. The barren interstate expanded far in front and long behind our small caravan littered with cars whose bodies had been covered by grey snow. The grey men in masks, eyes red, skin as grey as the skies. Mutated men these "Ash Jumpers" as they called themselves offered many services for equal trade. We wandered down the road connecting the two trade hubs of Salt Lake City and Denver
My First Skinwalker encounter

. I remember my first Skinwalker encounter↵. About a month into my patrols, command sent our platoon to reinforce the Cheese Curtain . down near O’hare Intl. it was late, I hadn’t adjusted to the 3rd watch yet. It was calm, one of . those nights where you contemplate the bigger things. The airport shut down when the ash . clogged the skies. We were posted beneath a hull of a United Airlines triple 7. I’d love for a . good trash can fire, but command wants full light discipline. Riley stayed up with me, even . though he couldn’t talk back, that doggo sure knew how to listen. We weren’t a K-9 team by . any means, I’d trust him before one of those Badgers fresh out of the chute. Riley was really . good with people, if I had the time I do now, he’d be a therapy dog getting belly rubs from . children and geriatrics. But he’s my wing-man, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. So here . we are sitting under this Triple 7, I’m scanning the field watching for movement. I saw Ri’s . ears perk up, and he was looking southeast into the dark. Then I saw it. From where I was the . white tail buck looked to be about 200 yards out, Ri let out a low whine, because he knew I . knew he wanted to run it down. Lord knows he wouldn’t catch it, and if by some act of god he . did he wouldn’t know what to do with it. I leveled my rifle to it, using my pack as a stabilizer I . readied the shot. Methinks “do I nudge the sleeping badger next to me and worry spooking the . deer? Or do I take the shot, and apologize later with gifts of venison steak?” the buck presented . me its flank, and I knew I couldn’t pass it up. “CRACK!” my rifle barked as it sank into my . shoulder. I saw the beast shudder and knew I done good. ↵. . . Then it screamed. Oh god the scream. It reminded me of the sounds iron made, twisting and bending and groaning . moments before collapse. It stood up on its hind legs and turned to me and the platoon, my . mind raced to find a word to describe the thing moving towards us. It settled on . “INCOMING!!” the platoon was jumping to its feet, scrambling to understand what the hell is . coming. My rifle barked again into It my team swiveled to and began lobbing volleys into this . thing. It staggered as it moved towards us, our fire effective in slowing it. I just kept firing as it . got closer. I could see the antlers, but it wasn’t a deer, fuck I don’t know what it was but like . hell if we’ll meet on his terms. As it reached the tarmac its gait had slowed again, it screamed . once more and reached for us as though it was a sprinter crossing the finish line. Then it fell. . We stood in silence watching it wiggle and twitch. None of us wanting to be the first to . approach. Riley actually moved first, and I wouldn’t let him go alone so we closed the distance . to the thing, the platoon followed suit. The smell oh god the smell, it makes decomposing flesh . palpable, fuck it smells bad. “Screw light discipline, what the hell was that” I thought. Its still . ll was that” I thought. Its still . hard to describe but there were antlers, but hands not hooves where’s its fur.
All worth the Hoppe's 9

> be patrolling the California Ash Zone for the TEF

> it's a good gig

> get paid per diem, plus a bonus for every able-bodied serf you put into service

> most of the time, they surrender to you, begging to be put to work just so they can be fed and have somebody to rule then

> sometimes they fight, but nobody knows how to use a gun so usually that ends in hilarious failure

> but there is one group..... one group we try to avoid

> they wear flecktarn ponchos over khaki booty shorts with Soviet-era gas masks

> some of them use weapons on part with ours, but most use old milsurp bolt actions

> they're the only people in The Zone besides us who know shit about weapons

> they occasionally take potshots at us, but usually ignore us completely

> gods, do they give Muslims and blacks hell, though

> always find piles of heads with "SERBIA STRONG" written nearby

> they also fucking love the smell of Hoppe's No. 9

> you can crack a bottle of that stuff open anywhere you please and within five minutes you can hear them in the distance calling out to each other in that weird dialect

> "Ah nuuuuu, cheeki breeki, iv damke!"

> no fucking idea what that means, but you hear it and you'd better get the fuck out of Dodge because those weird bastards are coming quick

> goddamn, Yellowstone only blew six months ago and these fuckers have already gone totally feral
> came across a bunker full of arms and ammo > the smell of Hoppe's No. 9 fills the air > faster than I could blink i here in the distence > "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" > fire fight for hours, only sustained by the ammo in the bunker > finaly silence > as quick as it started it was over > 2 men down to 15 of them, cant complan even if jacobs did make a mean pot of soup >in the end though we secured enugh supplys to last us at least 2 mouths and more Hoppe's No. 9 than we could ever need.
Love our beloved Lone Fort State

>Ride out of the Lone Fort State to put down Gulf-Coast Insurgents

>Screaming down the coast on an salvaged crusier motorcycle

>Heading to F.O.B Alamo down South in Azteca Badlands

>Linking up with the L.R.P.G (Long Ranger Patrol Group) en-route

>All of the T.E.F have flags flying from their rear

>Come And Take Them

>Remember The Alamo

>Cold Dead Fingers

>You May All Go To Hell, And I Shall Go To Texas

>Dr Pepper 'Till I die

>Ride hard to sounds of Motorhead and Iron Maiden screaming form each bike

>Arrive in time, F.O.B Alamo already under attack

>Straight to the frontline

>Hear own breathing from ash-filter

>In the distance hundreds of coked up Insurgents

>Magic Marching Dust gives them speed and strength

>Nickname them Crack-Zombies for their speed and strength

>They lack tech and rely on raiding convoys

>They charge F.O.B across the narrow bridge

>Fifty strong team defend it

>Raised on stories of Republic of Texas bravery and fighting spirit

>All imagine we are in those stories as we fight and die for our beloved Republic

>All of us laughing and singing battle-hyms as we await the inevitable

>Our Militant-Baptism commends dying in the defense of loved ones the greatest of glories

>All of us love our beloved Lone Fort State
Early days in Wisconsin

> >refugees from Chicago flood into Wisconsin
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> >since most of us live out in the boonies, we have alot of guns
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> >northern Wisconsin basicly uneffected aside from ashclouds and maybe some panic killings
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> >southern WI is fucked
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> >massive fleets of civilian boats and house boats flood the great lakes prob
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> >local militias formed
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> >Great Lakes Naval Base is fucked over with refugees, Navy recruits attempt to let them in
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> >fires in Milwaukee as massive firefights start between police and refugees
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> >national guard and army useless, desertion on a massive scale
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> >small flotillas of yachts, transport craft and modified navy training vessels from Great Lakes Naval Station begin to start trade across the Great Lakes
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> >Northern Militias start to move into Southern Wisconsin to attempt to assist police in pushing back Refugees.
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> >Eventually Northern Militias are organized and asborbed into the Great Lakes Coalition.
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> >refugees.
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> >most people who knew their way around a rifle survived the early days of the event.
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> >military units gone rouge, police, fireman. outdoorsmen and people of that kind of demographic, well needless to say they are still around today.
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> >but the cubicle mice, standard suburban families with 9-5 jobs and high salary's, who had it easy in life
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> >any problem in their simple pretty lives was solved by a phone call or a quick internet search.
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> >turns out when a looter is entering your house you couldn't just call 9-11.
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> >alot of people died those early days, the families that decided to hunker down with what meager canned goods they could
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> >it was worse with those on the road, the people trying to go down south.
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> >mass hordes of people
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> >fucking hordes
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> >their cars had broken down
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> >i can recall one scene, on an interstate highway going east.
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> >back then, we thought that the "governmet" was going to save us
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> >the "government" was there to feed us
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> >turns out, the National Guard was just as desperate as us.
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> >they didnt even bother following orders to halt the civs on the highway.
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> >just got up and left. probably to find their families
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> >but one thing that will stick in my mind for the rest of my time in the Great Lakes Coalition
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> >is the children
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> >there was a broken down red minivan,
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> >on the side of the road
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> >two kids, one baby
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> >the two kids were fighting over a can of baby food
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> >the baby was sitting there crying, obviously getting none of the food
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> >they just stole the can of food from the baby, and ate it front of him
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> >the parents did nothing
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> >stared off into the endless stream of refugees.
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> >another group of kids where wandering
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> >"please, i just need a sip of water, my mom and dad, their hurt, please!"
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> >one kid tripped while begging
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> >noone even stopped
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> >i can still hear that little girls screams, while she was fucking trampled
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> >like i said, the early days were rough
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-WisconsinActual
Twin River Compact

## Over View

The Twin River Compact, commonly referred to as The TRC, is one of the Many factions in the former United States post eruption. It controls Missouri north of the 38th Parallel as well as a large portion of central Illinois. It was formed in the ashes of St Louis with the combined forces of the former city government and The Scott's Airmen. The small nations main strategic resource is its name sake the Missouri and Mississippi rivers of which they take a considerable tax of any trade barges that operate along the rivers.

## History

### Post Eruption

Immediately after the eruption, the St. Louis metro area fell into major rioting and looting, the police were quickly overwhelmed and either fleeing or blending in.  The local government went into hiding in several bunkers through the city along with a small handful of police. Chaos ruled much of the city for several days. After things began to calm down, it began to settle in how dire the situation was to the locals. The Fort Leonard Wood garrison along with the 102nd Ozark attempted to evacuate a large portion of the population east, to temporary camps under orders from FEMA. They managed to evacuate around half of the county population, although it’s not known where to as the camps promised by FEMA never existed.

### The Scotts

several months into the post eruption world the Scott air force base personnel moral ran low. although their supplies were plentiful and living conditions adequate many of the soldiers were begging weary not being able to contact their loved ones, as well as the fact that the officers were refusing to allow any attempts to help the local population. Wither do to compaction, glut or just plain old boredom a relatively young 1st Sgt. named James Kart managed to rally many of the enlisted to stage a cue against the officers. By the time the ash settled Sgt. Kart was victorious with 221 airmen and 5 nonoperational C-40s under his command.

To be eddied further