Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160902215054/@comment-25828117-20170810224141

The General Goods store had a little windchime hanging just outside the open door, which gently jingled as a breeze passed by. Some music played from a recordplayer inside.

A man in a dirty white apron appeared to be fixing some stuff on a shelf behind the counter.

Most produce looked edible and not half bad. Volcanic soil appeared to have kept some of its fertile capabilities even after total nuclear armageddon.