The world ended. It happened long before you, or your father were born. No one is sure exactly how, some blame these things called "Nukes" other say it was a giant rock that fell from space, but most agree that it doesn't really matter. There's no going back to how things used to be, so you don't think about it much, besides, often time you're far too busy helping your dad at the farm.
The only crop that grew in the dry, cracked earth were these small brown things called tatoes. Most travelers say that tatoe stew tastes horrible, but the taste didn't bother you since you were eating these things your entire life. Your father is kind and loving, despite the horrible weather and uncertainty of the harvest, your father always stays positive. You never knew your mother, and every time you mentioned her around your dad he started getting sad.
Oh, and the are these things called furries. They apparently appeared shortly after the world screwed up, and they look like human/animal hybrids. Some are peaceful and helpful, others not so much. There's this gang of female furries that constantly harasses your settlement, forcing it to pay ransom, and if they don't have enough money the gang kidnaps one of the settlers...
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