Arkadi wakes up with a start. He looks over at his clock and sees the time is 7:39 A.M. "Oh God" he mutters. He jumps out of bed and runs to his closet. He grabs his uniform, zips it on, and runs into the bathroom. He grabs his toothbrush does a quick onceover, brushes his hair and runs out the door grabbing his pack and weapons on the way out. He sprints across town and heads for his shop. He reaches it and sees the line of people out front. Today marks the start of the Agbark hunting season. He pulls out his keys unlocks the shop and welcomes people in. He jumps over the counter and puts his stuff in his cubby.
"Hello! Welcome to Nemesis' Gun and Tech Co.!"
He sits on the chair behind the counter and waits for someone to come up to the desk. He grabs a gun from the bin in the corner labeled Sold Broken Guns and starts to mess with it and probe it. He sees the problem and mutters, "God, I swear some people TRY to break these things." He grabs a small screwdriver and a small blowtorch and starts to fiddle with the trigger and the slide. He finishes it and puts it in the Finished box. He looks up and sees a customer approaching with his most recent gun. The customer puts it on the counter and asks, "How much?" Arkadi replies, "Well, being up to date and being a recently made Semi-Automatic rifle. I'd say probably around 550 Heads and 99 Skulls. The customer scoffs and says, "That's insane! That is way overpriced." Arkadi just smirks and says, "I see. Well considering that right there." He points at a shiny part of the gun. "is from the mines and is a newly found ore called Gold that no one has seen since Earth, I'd consider that an amazing price." Arkadi just sits back and waits for the customer to respond. "Ah, ok my mistake. I will find another gun." the customer walks off and Arkadi grabs another broken gun to see a different customer with a rougher rifle. "How much, sir?" Arkadi replies, "That gun is 250 Heads and 50 Skulls. It has a 6 round clip. It's a bolt-action rifle and it uses 12mm Standard Civilian Projectiles under section A9 of the Firearms act." the customer replies. "Ok, I'll buy it and 50 rounds." Arkadi getting excited for his first good sale, "Ok, that will be 255 Heads and 25 Skulls." Arkadi turns the coin receiver around and the customer drops in the money. Arkadi looks at the screen and says, "Ok, hang on let me get your bullets." Arkadi walks to the back room with his pistol in hand keeping an eye out on the front. He finds the bullets and looks back real quick and sees the customer stealing from the coin receiver! Arkadi rushes out firing 5 rounds into the customers skull while yelling. "YOUR GONNA STEAL MY MONEY? BAD IDEA YOU LITTLE PIECE OF ARDSAREQ!" Arkadi stops firing and yelling and is breathing heavily. He takes his money and gun back from the customer and looks over at the other customers who are staring in horror on the ground. "Sorry, guys. He was stealing from the coin receiver." Everyone stares and then slowly goes back to business.
Arkadi sits back down and starts fixing the gun he pulled out earlier.

10:13 AM, 26th of June, 2502.

The little quiet town of Primafrontier, one of the very first towns to be formed in Ravage after the 12 major cities settled. It was formed by the poor of one of the bigger cities, seeking their own place in life away from the larger picture. And so they made it. A simple little town of families, law abiders and decent businessmen. It seldom got more naive than Primafrontier.

The town itself was mostly built with Slakestone, cheap and easy housing with wooden shutters. The saloon was their primary form of income from weary travelers stopping to drink or take it nice and easy. They had an apothecary who doubled as a doctor for the bigger incidents and if anyone needed a cure for poisoning or a broken leg. They had a post office that would receive from the Bridgeington postal service, still the best service in all of Ravage. They had a small farm too, your average selection of cattle and a couple of fields of crops that needed water very often. Whilst Ravage was a dry as hell desert, it did get the occasional spot of rain.

In this sleepy little town, a man could find himself a good drink and good company. A man could settle and relax... or, a man could seek out why so many of the buildings seem to have bullet holes cracked into them as of late..