Wasteland Chronicle

# The South Wind Blows Another Stretch

The south line would not treat waking as an accident.

On the twentieth the south border moved seventy-three tiles, three houses. On the twenty-second, seventy-three again, this time only dirt. The map wrote five thousand six hundred ninety-four. Buildings: one hundred ninety-nine. Walked ground: two thousand fifty-nine. On the twenty-fourth controlled buildings became fourteen. Players: twenty-five. Lights: eleven.

The weekly board emptied again. 荒木’s line stayed in last week. The troll still has no grave. The three flags are still JOJO, 灰轨同盟, 荒原狼群.

The south wind blows another stretch. The road widened. The board thinned. The lights are still those few.