I'll tell you a story of a lone wastland wander. One day when traveling the mojave desert, He came upon a strange sight. Burrowing scorpions who had the ability to move right through rock. Luckly for him, these dreaded scorpions seem to be content to remain in the rock. Our wanderer continued his journey upward towards a small rocky summit. A nice place for a view of the surrounding area, he thought to himself. I'll just grab my binoculars and jump on that large rock face. Leaping onto the rock face, he suddenly releazed that he too was now trapped in the rock. Surely this must be a new form a wastland menace. As luck would have it, the grand miracle of fast travel took place, and he was again free.
After walking many miles through the hot desert flats, our wastland wander decided it was time to take a break. There is a nice level area to rest my weary feet, he said happly to himself. As he commenced to wait, All of a sudden, a message flashed before his eyes - YOU CAN NOT WAIT WHILE IN THE AIR ! -. Fearing that he had accidentally ingested some form of hallucinogenics, he quickly cleared his mind and moved on...
( And you dear reader shall continue the next chapter of this story)
