                  THE GREAT FIND

  Risings from my slumber I caught sight of a note scratched in
the dirt next to my campfire. "Well Hello General.  Looks like
you could use some help".  It was then that I noticed an ancient
book laying on the ground.

  Picking it up, I rubbed the radiative dust off the cover in an
attempt to read the title.  But, the letters had been singed off,
probably by the blast from a devastator.  I gingerly open the
book.  There I found scrawled words on frayed pages, wrinkled
from blood and tears trickled on it by numerous authors.

  I read at a feverous pitch from the tattered pages.  There
unraveled the adventures of many wasteland warriors, some kind,
some weak, some cruel, some strong and some treacherous!  Fasci-
nated by the adventures, I read on, every page coming alive with
their words and deeds. 

  It was then that I began to realize the wastelands were not
about killing monsters and collecting crystals but, about the
innermost struggle of mankind between good and evil.  I carefully
placed this scared book in my pack, and laid down to mull over
everything that had happened to me in such a short time since I
had entered the wasteland gates.  

As my eyes closed, for just a second, I thought I heard the sound
of a woman's giggle, and the ruffling of some feathers, (a hawks
maybe).
