The day is May 16, 2053. It's been forty two years since El Hoy De Juicio, the Day of Judgement, where the world was plunged into nuclear winter for forty years. Cuba has become a place of solace for the rest of the world, one of the few places where one can still walk outside and bask in the dying rays of the sun, a place where, while life is hard but not cruel, and there is hope. That hope lies in the children of Cuba, the tiny little optimistic beacons of joy that have never known the greed and squalor of the past nor the life-sucking desolation of the Judgement.
But that hope is threatened. It is threatened by the immigrants that have come to Cuba since the Judgment, with their drugs and their whores and their guns, it is threatened by the mutants that lurk in the old bunkers, their pale skin and wide, gaping eyes full of an evil hunger.
Food is scarce and oil is even scarcer. Bartertowns are the closest thing to civilization that still exist, shambles formed among the ruins of what once were great cities and towns. Fishermen ply their trade next to scavengers, selling four-eyed cod and ragged clothes. Crossbows have become more common then guns, donkeys more common than automobiles.
The skies, once full of tourists in their great metal planes, are now empty but for the ocassional mutant or aviador, flying on their rickety powered hang gliders and autogyros. Those few machines that still exist are almost always relics from the already-aging armories of the Cuban Revolutionary Armed Forces.
Yet hope remains. Little Rauls help Papi keep his boat running, some muties are not quite as hostile as one would imagine, and the influx of Americans, French, and Russians provides cheap labor for rebuilding the shattered remains of Cuba, and perhaps later, the world.
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Once we have at least four players, I'll tell you just where in Cuba you are and what you are doing.
