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Meet a new world. You are in a desert where there is nothing. Nevertheless there is all. All your hopes and dreams. Out of wasteland. But you are just a courier and you have to deliver a package. Neither rain nor snow nor heat. An unforgettable adventure awaits you. Wherever you go. Wastelands full of dangers and mysteries. And if you can't find the answer, talk to the wasteland. You are not alone. Genius of the old world. Perhaps he will share a piece of wisdom with you. If he don't shame on you. Are you belive in ideals? We have it's. Democracy and hypocrisy. Together we will built. If you don't want to create, you can break it. Whatever path you take, neither you nor the wasteland will be the same.

War. War never changes. But war changes us. We really don't know why. We were told that another people are wrong. We just a normal people. We don't want to hurt anyone. But we were told... The old world was destroyed and the glory of the old world was forgotten. Did it ever exist? So hard to understand. What future would you like to see? Whatever please you. All that we get is nothing. In the wastelands there's an endless war going on for survival. But our leaders have a plan. The remnants of the old world are trying to revive the glory. Are you ready to make a sacrifice and save the old world? Maybe you want to create something new from scratch. Destroy the new to return the old. If you choose your own path, go all the way.

We found ourselves in a beautiful and prosperous city. It seemed as if God himself had built it. But he was not a god. He was a prophet, a prophet of his own destruction. Nobody believed it. Their faith was weak. But what was not weak,was the desire to develop.The prophet came to show us the way. We have made incredible progress under his leadership. A true leader and diviner. The city built by the prophet has its own secrets. The city has a purpose. What are they hiding? The city is a golden cage. A cage for a girl who sees a lifestyle she doesn't have. She has a great gift that the prophet wants to rule. This gift allows you to live your own life. A dream for those who are not free. They protect freedom from themselves. If only they knew...She spent her whole life here. But now she knows. She just wants to be somewhere. Anywhere but here. She just wants to be. She loves the world and wants to help people, but she herself needs to be saved. She needs a hero, but not a god or a king, but only a man.

Man creates, and the parasite asks where my share is. The great man had a dream, and he strove to fulfill it. He did it. It was Rapture. Society of geniuses, man-made paradise. The society flourished, it seemed that they had achieved the impossible. But the twilight was deepening... night was falling. A feast of the mind. There is nothing left of the old world. Here everyone was a creator. Everyone got what they deserved. No one left offended. Will society be ideal as long as there is at least one less than ideal person in it? The answer has been found. It is written in the blood of ideal, on imperfect walls. A man appeared who decided to challenge paradise. He was not better or worse than others. He was different. He was infected with the idea of change. He changed himself and society changed along with it. The gods wanted to live in a dream. But they didn't have the will. The person had it. He raised a rebellion against the dream. The ideal began to crumble...Paradise was lost. It wasn't destruction, it was fire. The fire started from the inside. You could warm your hands on the coals that remained from paradise for a long time. It seemed that the remains would smolder forever. Yes in did, but it was no longer paradise.Ruins remained on the site of the prosperous place. Is it possible to revive the former greatness?... It was impossible not to create paradise, it was impossible to lose it.

Reach to the moon. Never falling down. A man who wanted to be a hero. All his life he wanted to help people. With his friends, he found what he was looking for. He got the opportunity to make his dream come true. Stay true...stay true. All his life he heard it only. Fatigue accumulates. Still try to the best. But other people did not understand this. Nice soul is so blurry. Nice but another. Heroes don't want to see another heroes.They betrayed him and tried to kill him. After that, he changed. His kind heart turned to stone. The hero died, and the villain was resurrected at his grave. Obsessed with a thirst for revenge. He destroyed everything that he created during this time. And he won't stop until he kills them all. But what awaits him... So short unhappy life.

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A story about dreamers and seekers. What are they dreaming of, what are they looking for? Lost place. The place which forgotten. But the place not forget about others. The angel try to make a step. Where is our angel? Save us now.The legends tell us about the vault. Just a legend told by old wanderers or something more? Many wanted to know what was behind these stories. The dead speak, the living listen. Who wants to know, to find a way. They passed all world to search a happiness. When they learned that it's was a myth they promise to make this myth reality. The all of they done was wasteland. The desert that became a home. It's was less that they want. Need co create paradise. Paradise for who? Many strangers go to the wastland for answers. Borderlands are the days of our lives.

Awakening in the icy wasteland. Our old glorious friend brought us back from the grave. What world we been given. The same old good but looks another. We want to know what happend while we were gone. New people in the old place. We have an brave soldier, a spirit of destruction, a lonely cutie, a mysterious stranger. And we also have talent. Our little group has always been like this. And there will always be until the end. Our way still going but... The man who want to be handsome. We not admire him. We hate him. Pretty face but disgusting person. He he wasn't like this before. Now he try to destroy everything. How ironic he didn't destroy anything but himself. It's look like the end but somewhere rise new day.