I was tired, bandits blew up my car near the Great Tar Slick. This place svcks, mutilated bodies cover the ridges of the hills, burning oil wells, explosive methane pockets, frozen mammoth fossils that pop your tires. Mutant women that dont look dangerous until they skin you alive and hang you as a punching bag for their 10 foot tall boy friends. I was out here in the absolute waste of the wasteland trying to find a gold mine my father bought and lost the deed to. Midcity used to be an ocean front resort, now it is little more then a burial ground for the victims of roadside slaughter and mayhem. Bad myths about the place go back to indian times, lovers would take a fatal jump from the cliffs. Children would be found picked clean by coyotes. But none of this scared me, so I took a break on the way back on a beach of feltrite crystals, washing my feet in the black oil contaminated water. Out of the corner of my eye I see Scortchers. These rat bastards were chasing a woman and her three sons with flaming spears, trying to impale the little family. I tried to ignore it, but before I knew it my sniper rifle was following the ugly faces and BOOM. Missed, the woman got away but one of her sons was laying dead on a rough feltrite dune, splattered and unrecognisable as a human being. So they are on me closing in fast, I fire off 2 more shots. Hit the passenger in the chest, he got a svcking chest wound, making a mess, convulsing. Another shot richochets off the hood and dings the driver in the eye, not enough to blind him but to deform and enrage him. I jump in the car and they are close, I try to hit them with a rocket, miss, they shot one off end up hiting my back wheel, I leap free. Broken leg and my hand feels broken but im not sure. While I was helpless they cut my guts out, took one of my eyes and all my front teeth in a ferocious beating, they broken my nose and chin. After all that they tied my legs to their car and impaled me on a spear. It was ungodly, I thought i would die, but being the experts on cruelty they left me here to bake in the sun, suffer from passers by insults and flocks of birds pecking at my face, they fly away when i yell and bite, but they know i am helpless. I have been here beaten, abused and humilated. Every second feels like a year. The wind is blistering, the sun like being broiled, feltrite crystals blowing in the wind choke the little rest you can get with a wooden stake shoved through your body cavity. Its strange, i almost feel like I can feel my organs choking, I imagine little bugs crawling all over me. Only amusemant is this damn tape recorder. Wait a second... Hello, can you hear me. I tried to save you, can you cut me down? I have some medical supplies in my wreaked car. Oh no, lidless eyes, chewed off lips. A mutant. She is still 50 feet away, maybe I can break my self down. The pain is unbearable. Her mutant kids run ahead, they hack at my legs with a machete. Oh god no, lumbering behind her is a massive mutant, his flame thrower looks like the eyes of a demon. They are burning me alive like a stuck pig.. If you find my bones please tell my family I found the mine and not to come prospecting here. Oh god, the burning, let me die now. The children are tearing off meat from my legs while its still too hot to eat. Why cant I die. "Kill me, Kill me now!" "Mutant scum I hope you choke" The scortchers did this on purpose, I wish I had minded my own business.....