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	No one goes to New Prague now. Not without an undeniably good reason. Life is a bitch, but unlife can be far worse.		No one goes to New Prague now. Not without an undeniably good reason. Life is a bitch, but unlife can be far worse.

			== Two Harbors ==

			Being so far north and so far from anything important spared Two Harbors both direct hits and any fallout damage, and while the Great Lakes are now a toxic, radioactive stew, the lack of serious fallout in the area means that there's plenty of available land for farming. A decent portion of the populace has left the area, but the remainder are heavily armed and not in the least willing to tolerate looters and raiders.


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	No one goes to New Prague now. Not without an undeniably good reason. Life is a bitch, but unlife can be far worse.		No one goes to New Prague now. Not without an undeniably good reason. Life is a bitch, but unlife can be far worse.

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96.42.204.230: /* Rochester */

2013-10-29T15:33:49Z

Rochester

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	==Rochester==		==Rochester==

	Before the bombs hit, we were known for two things: the prestigious Mayo Clinic, which had many of the finest doctors in the country; and IBM headquarters.		Before the bombs hit, we were known for two things: the prestigious Mayo Clinic, which had many of the finest doctors in the country; and IBM headquarters. It made for a strange juxtaposition: a haven of medical science and technology in the midst of the reddest county in a blue state. If anything could stand as an example of the difference between Old Conservatism/Neo-Conservative thought, it was Rochester.

	~~Chicago~~ was ~~close enough~~ for ~~radiation to be a worrisome, but~~ the ~~real problem for us was~~ the ~~anti-intellectual rioting by all~~ the ~~Somalians that Lutheran Social Services had been flying in over~~ the ~~past years. The fighting was brutal; it~~ was ~~then that we lost~~ the ~~few priceless electronics that had escaped~~ the ~~EMPs~~--and the ~~people who could make more. They left the doctors alone, as long as they treated the rioters..~~.		Maybe it was for the best that by the time the nukes flew the Mayo Clinic was only the #3 medical facility in the United States. Who remembers a Bronze Medalist, let alone aims for them? IBM's decision to relocate production facilities to Mexico left Rochester in a precarious position: a one-company town with two companies worth of intelligentsia. The wi-fi hotspots became a haven for aging fatbeards trying to spin gold from straw, and the seeds of Rochester's undoing were sown in a myriad of local newspaper comment boards.

	~~...Then~~ the ~~first militiamob came through. They forced~~ the ~~doctors into~~ their ~~gang~~, ~~and blew away anyone who thought otherwise~~.		'Mother Mayo' must have seen the writing on the wall, since before the worst of things their Florida and Arizona facilities got fresh stocks of medical supplies. Not that it did them much good- no matter how many band-aids you put on a sucking chest wound, it's still going to kill you.

	There's nothing left for us here. I have some relatives in the Dakotas, and I've got some gas left in the truck. Should make it a decent distance before I have to start on foot. Hope the coyotes out there haven't mutated.		Chicago was close enough for radiation to be a worrisome, but the real problem, at least as perceived by the Fox News crowd was the anti-intellectual rioting by all the Somalians that Lutheran Social Services had been flying in over the past years. White fright, class resentment, xenophobia.. In a river valley cut off by EMP, flooded by the sick and the dying, it was only too easy for a heavily-armed populace, unwilling to step up and volunteer, to declare race war. The first, and worst, were the truck bombs. The Al-Siddiq mosque, the Peace Plaza.. the four fanatics who managed to drive directly into the Mayo building before setting off their charges.. We'd made access to the Mayo Clinic the hallmark of our infrastructure, and that is what killed us. Watching the burning demise of the Gonda and Plummer buildings with the smoke rising from Saint Marys as a backdrop marked the end of Rochester. The fighting was brutal; it was then that we lost the few priceless electronics that had escaped the EMPs--and the people who were willing to work 'low-class jobs' to make more. It was almost surreal, watching the creators slaughtered at the hands of the designers and users. Somali, Hmong, Indian, Norwegian.. if you weren't WASP enough, you didn't dare go outside. They left the few surviving doctors alone, as long as they treated the rioters... What they did to the women still gives me nightmares.

			...Then the first militiamob came through. Packs of white supremacists from SE Minnesota, Stearns County and the Dakotas, their bloodlust unsated by the horrors committed in the Twin Cities and rez country, determined to unite the state as Cold Texas. The fatbeards and their allies met them with open arms, only to be shot at the hands of their 'white brothers'. The mobs forced the doctors into their gang, and blew away anyone who thought to suggest otherwise. Almost as an afterthought they blew up the water treatment plant and the power plant, leaving us the Waste-to-Energy facility as some sort of sick joke. I hear they didn't survive too long in Winona, but that may have just been a happy story to buy the teller some antibiotics.

			There's nothing left for us here. The water's tainted, the food supplies burned with the riots, and it's clear we've been written off by the United States. I have some relatives in the Dakotas, and I've got some gas left in the truck. Should make it a decent distance before I have to start on foot. Hope the coyotes out there haven't mutated. Wish me luck- I hear they've got cannibals operating out of the SPAM Museum in Austin.

	== Minneapolis ==		== Minneapolis ==

71.192.10.129 at 22:26, 15 October 2012

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	I took shelter in the Imperial Plastics building, one of a couple warehouses that is functioning as a town for survivors, and the only one we Freedomers kept good relations with.		I took shelter in the Imperial Plastics building, one of a couple warehouses that is functioning as a town for survivors, and the only one we Freedomers kept good relations with.

	They offered some food, but I turned it down. I had packed enough for myself. They have a shitload of booze here though. Unknown to the rest of us, people in the Con Agra Foods building started building stills and such from the processors. I ~~barted~~ for four bottles of whiskey and two of vodka. Pretty good shit, actually. Someone over there knows that the fuck is up.		They offered some food, but I turned it down. I had packed enough for myself. They have a shitload of booze here though. Unknown to the rest of us, people in the Con Agra Foods building started building stills and such from the processors. I bartered for four bottles of whiskey and two of vodka. Pretty good shit, actually. Someone over there knows that the fuck is up.

	== Elko ==		== Elko ==
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	''' September 23rd'''		''' September 23rd'''

	We had to become S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s to survive. We had to. But it's the nature of a true S.T.A.L.K.E.R. to wander. Eventually our dear Freedom simply fell apart. That's fine by me, I couldn't stand living with my former friends anymore. Their world views and ~~philosphies~~ were just too fucked up and unrealistic for me to cope with.		We had to become S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s to survive. We had to. But it's the nature of a true S.T.A.L.K.E.R. to wander. Eventually our dear Freedom simply fell apart. That's fine by me, I couldn't stand living with my former friends anymore. Their world views and philosophies were just too fucked up and unrealistic for me to cope with.

	I spent a whole night cleaning my Mosin-Nagant rifle, and left, heading south to Elko. Five and a half day trip on foot moving from house to house to avoid freezing to death. Thank god for my snowshoes. The drifts are up to ten feet in most places. I have to be careful in the neighborhoods. You never know just what the hell is under the snow. You could fall into an old shed or through a skylight if you don't pay attention. Then you're shit-out-of-luck stuck.		I spent a whole night cleaning my Mosin-Nagant rifle, and left, heading south to Elko. Five and a half day trip on foot moving from house to house to avoid freezing to death. Thank god for my snowshoes. The drifts are up to ten feet in most places. I have to be careful in the neighborhoods. You never know just what the hell is under the snow. You could fall into an old shed or through a skylight if you don't pay attention. Then you're shit-out-of-luck stuck.
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	We have power.. a very conservative amount. A couple light bulbs inside and two floodlights outside.. and of course, our radio. My family was awfully smart early on. My uncle had half a dozen car engines sitting around that were built into generators. It's easy as shit if you know what you are doing. Find a good car alternator that fits on the engine you have, and you can power up for a couple hours a day until the alternator goes bad. Takes a few years for that. Only problem is the noise. You have to kill the noise somehow, and the car battery that fires the spark plugs will need to be replaced in two more years.		We have power.. a very conservative amount. A couple light bulbs inside and two floodlights outside.. and of course, our radio. My family was awfully smart early on. My uncle had half a dozen car engines sitting around that were built into generators. It's easy as shit if you know what you are doing. Find a good car alternator that fits on the engine you have, and you can power up for a couple hours a day until the alternator goes bad. Takes a few years for that. Only problem is the noise. You have to kill the noise somehow, and the car battery that fires the spark plugs will need to be replaced in two more years.

	Fuel is easy to make, ~~suprisingly~~. Burn up some wood in a fire that is hot enough, get it good and black, then you mash it up real fine in a solution of kerosene or alcohol. Not the cleanest stuff, and engines don't always like it but it works.		Fuel is easy to make, surprisingly. Burn up some wood in a fire that is hot enough, get it good and black, then you mash it up real fine in a solution of kerosene or alcohol. Not the cleanest stuff, and engines don't always like it but it works.

	'''Post-Nuke Journal #3'''		'''Post-Nuke Journal #3'''

1d4chan>LoneSniperSG: /* Elko */

2012-07-29T02:22:03Z

Elko

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	We had to become S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s to survive. We had to. But it's the nature of a true S.T.A.L.K.E.R. to wander. Eventually our dear Freedom simply fell apart. That's fine by me, I couldn't stand living with my former friends anymore. Their world views and philosphies were just too fucked up and unrealistic for me to cope with.		We had to become S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s to survive. We had to. But it's the nature of a true S.T.A.L.K.E.R. to wander. Eventually our dear Freedom simply fell apart. That's fine by me, I couldn't stand living with my former friends anymore. Their world views and philosphies were just too fucked up and unrealistic for me to cope with.

	I spent a whole night cleaning my Mosin-Nagant rifle, and left, heading south to Elko. Five and a half day trip on foot moving from house to house to avoid freezing to death. Thank god for my snowshoes. The drifts are up to ten feet in most places. I have to be careful in the neighborhoods. You never know just what the hell is under the snow. You could fall into an old shed if you don't pay attention. Then you're shit-out-of-luck stuck.		I spent a whole night cleaning my Mosin-Nagant rifle, and left, heading south to Elko. Five and a half day trip on foot moving from house to house to avoid freezing to death. Thank god for my snowshoes. The drifts are up to ten feet in most places. I have to be careful in the neighborhoods. You never know just what the hell is under the snow. You could fall into an old shed or through a skylight if you don't pay attention. Then you're shit-out-of-luck stuck.

	'''September 24th'''		'''September 24th'''

1d4chan>LoneSniperSG: /* Lakeville */

2012-07-29T02:21:15Z

Lakeville

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	Lakeville seems to have fared the best so far, but that's to be expected. They have the Airlake industrial district; concrete warehouses, those buildings will stand for quite a while yet.		Lakeville seems to have fared the best so far, but that's to be expected. They have the Airlake industrial district; concrete warehouses, those buildings will stand for quite a while yet.

			'''September 22nd'''

			I took shelter in the Imperial Plastics building, one of a couple warehouses that is functioning as a town for survivors, and the only one we Freedomers kept good relations with.

			They offered some food, but I turned it down. I had packed enough for myself. They have a shitload of booze here though. Unknown to the rest of us, people in the Con Agra Foods building started building stills and such from the processors. I barted for four bottles of whiskey and two of vodka. Pretty good shit, actually. Someone over there knows that the fuck is up.

	== Elko ==		== Elko ==

1d4chan>LoneSniperSG: /* Apple Valley */

2012-07-29T02:16:56Z

Apple Valley

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	Apple Valley, scourge of my life, is now the scourge of Dakota County; full of gangs constantly fighting over nothing. All that remains besides idiots is a couple square miles of ruins. We try to not go there, but between what's left of Best Buy, Home Depot and Radio Shack, it's hard to not. We do need new parts now and then.		Apple Valley, scourge of my life, is now the scourge of Dakota County; full of gangs constantly fighting over nothing. All that remains besides idiots is a couple square miles of ruins. We try to not go there, but between what's left of Best Buy, Home Depot and Radio Shack, it's hard to not. We do need new parts now and then.

			'''June 4th'''

			We had to make a supply run in Apple Valley today. Talk about a fucking disaster. We were going to try and raid what's left of the Home Depot and the Menards across the road. We managed to get our drifter truck there to haul whatever shit we found.

			Home Depot had hardly anything useable left. Lots of sheet metal and chains, though, and we stole some of the product racking to brace our roofs.

			Menards was worse. We made out of there with a handful of lightbulbs and some plumbing supplies. When we were loading up our ride, snipers opened fire on us from the IHOP. Assholes were way too far out of our reach. I suppressed a couple of them with fire from my Nagant, but I couldn't get any hits. They dropped three of our group before we got out of there.

			.. Like I said. Scourge of Dakota County.

	== Lakeville ==		== Lakeville ==

1d4chan>LoneSniperSG: /* Elko */

2012-07-14T23:49:11Z

Elko

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	''' September 23rd'''		''' September 23rd'''

	We had to become S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s to survive. We had to. But it's the nature of a true S.T.A.L.K.E.R. to wander. Eventually our dear Freedom simply fell apart. That's fine by me, I couldn't stand living with ~~idiots~~ anymore. ~~My cousin thought he knew everything. My once-friend. Same way. He said the~~ world ~~would be reborn with swords~~ and ~~martial arts instead of guns~~ and ~~nukes~~. ~~What the fuck?~~		We had to become S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s to survive. We had to. But it's the nature of a true S.T.A.L.K.E.R. to wander. Eventually our dear Freedom simply fell apart. That's fine by me, I couldn't stand living with my former friends anymore. Their world views and philosphies were just too fucked up and unrealistic for me to cope with.

	I spent a whole night cleaning my Mosin-Nagant rifle, and left, heading south to Elko. Five and a half day trip on foot moving from house to house to avoid freezing to death. Thank god for my snowshoes. The drifts are up to ten feet in most places. I have to be careful in the neighborhoods. You never know just what the hell is under the snow. You could fall into an old shed if you don't pay attention. Then you're shit-out-of-luck stuck.		I spent a whole night cleaning my Mosin-Nagant rifle, and left, heading south to Elko. Five and a half day trip on foot moving from house to house to avoid freezing to death. Thank god for my snowshoes. The drifts are up to ten feet in most places. I have to be careful in the neighborhoods. You never know just what the hell is under the snow. You could fall into an old shed if you don't pay attention. Then you're shit-out-of-luck stuck.