You decided that eking out a living in the wasteland just wasn't for you and instead decided to take what you want from life! So, you have committed yourself to becoming a waste raider in the post-apocalypse. So far it sucks!

Everything in the wasteland that isn't trying to kill you is trying to fuck you. The giant lizards? Horny. The mutant men? Horny. The atomic robots? Really horny.

How's a girl supposed to make a dishonest living out here?

"Hm?" You wonder idly as you trudge through the radioactive waste. It seems like an atomic robot is following you around, beeping at you rather insistently. Maybe it just wants to play?

You rush forward and punch the robot with all your might! The armor doesn't even dent, but the robot seems a bit confused by your sudden aggression. It backs away, beeping nervously, before turning tail and scurrying off into the distance, leaving you alone in the wastes.

You cough up some dust and mutter under your breath. That robot's metal hide was tougher than you expected! Well, maybe it'll be easier to find something else of value...

You continue your search through the desolate wasteland, keeping an eye out for anything that might be useful or valuable. As you crest a small hill, you spot something shiny in the distance - it looks like a settlement of sorts! There's even smoke rising from one of the chimneys, meaning there might actually be people living here!

Cautiously, you approach the makeshift camp...

As you draw closer to the settlement, you accidentally kick over a rock, causing it to roll down the hill and right into one of their tents! You hear shouting and curses echo from inside as people scramble about. A burly man with a rifle emerges from the tent, pointing it at you menacingly.

"Hey!" He shouts. "You clumsy idiot! Get over here and help us clean up this mess!"

Dodging the enraged wastelanders, you manage to evade their grasp and disappear back into the radioactive wastes. You can still hear their shouts of anger and frustration echoing behind you as they try to keep up. It seems that being a waste raider isn't going to be easy, after all...

Exactly! You need to find settlements or stashes of goods and take them for yourself. Just make sure you're careful not to anger the locals, or they might come after you!

Sure, but then you'd be competing with other raiders and farmers. You could also try to form alliances or find protection from bigger groups in exchange for your services. But if you really want to live a peaceful life, the wasteland might not be the place for you.

Well, there are some smaller settlements that tend to stay out of each other's way. You could try searching for one of those. Just make sure you watch your back and avoid drawing too much attention to yourself. Good luck out there, raider!

You set up camp near a small source of radioactive waste, carefully planting seeds from your precious hybrid tomato and tobacco plants. As you tend to your crops, you hear a strange rustling noise coming from the nearby bushes.

Cautiously, you peer over to see what's making all the noise... and your heart sinks as you spot a mutant green man lurking there! He looks at you with his glowing red eyes, saliva dripping from his maw.

You let out a blood-curdling scream as you charge at the mutant green man, punching him with all your might. The mutant stumbles back, surprised by your sudden aggression, but quickly regains his composure and lunges at you with claws extended! You manage to dodge out of the way just in time, feeling a sharp pain in your leg as one of his claws grazes you.

The mutant green man growls menacingly, sizing you up before launching another attack...

Surprised by your comment, the mutant green man hesitates for a moment. You seize the opportunity and launch another powerful blow, catching him square in the jaw. The mutant stumbles back, dazed, before turning tail and scurrying off into the wasteland.

Panting heavily from your exertion, you inspect your wounded leg and grimace at the sight of the blood seeping through your pants. It looks like that mutant just got lucky...

You return to tending your precious hybrid tomacco plants, carefully avoiding any more encounters with the wasteland's many dangers. As time passes, your crops begin to thrive in the radioactive soil, their leaves glowing a healthy shade of green despite the surrounding wastes.

Eventually, it's harvest time!

You gather your bountiful harvest and set up a small roadside stand near one of the main paths through the wasteland. As travelers pass by, they stop to admire your unique produce and even make offers for some of it! You manage to sell most of your tomacco at high prices, earning enough coin to survive comfortably for quite some time.

As you watch the last of your customers disappear over the horizon, you can't help but feel a sense of pride in what you've accomplished.