Justice is a word only spoken in cold whispers and in the shadows of one's own mind.
The people of Hunky-Dori know no peace.
In the day, they are burned by the face of the piercing sun.
In the night, they are drowned by the heartless cold.
The sound of gunshots are their morning clocks. The cry of screams are their folk stories.
Enter a lonesome character, just another scared person, in a war of the wasteland; without end.
This... is HOPELESS...
