Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160902215054/@comment-5543592-20170813222416

The Retroriffic Man wrote:

Princetown Prison had become a beacon of civilization (or what passed for it) on this damn island. The walls provided protection and the local presumably volcanic soil was fertile and rich to feed its population with simple lowly irradiated crops. Some of these were on display for sale in the market, where Randall could see a lady in what looked like a denim robe pay for one of the gourd-like vegetables with seashells.

Lighswitch led them through, at a drift pace since he could already sense the visitors attracting attention behind them. Gazes following Martha and Randall the deeper into the settlement they went. The tribal opened a metal door that led inside and beckoned them to follow.

"This way!" he said, remaining chipper. "How long you guys been here?" Randall asked.