It’s no secret to anybody that the landscape of America changed dramatically after the Great War. New creatures emerged from the irradiated wastes, the land shifted and became filled with new plant life twisted and bent into strange shapes. Even the ground itself was altered in many places. In one such case, the Outer Banks of North Carolina became the shattered, flooded Broken Banks. Flotsam and wreckage littered amidst drenched islands and raft-masses, while the mainland’s coast was filled with all manner of blasted boardwalks, trading posts and shantytowns.
The further south a soul travels, the more flooded the land becomes. South Carolina is a mired, messy swamp patrolled only by the grandest of mirelurks and the most savage of tribes, while the untamed wilds of Florida boast drenchghoul cults and radgators of truly epic proportions. All in all, a severely inhospitable section of the wasteland.

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You have departed from Vault 54, the only home you've ever known, your whole world contained in an underground cavern, one high tide away from being a sunken tomb. Together with three others, you find yourselves inside a capsized ship, your raft having taken you across stormy waters. A rusty bulkhead stands ahead...
Not the QM, just doing them a favor

Fallout: The Shattered Shore, Thread II

It’s no secret to anybody that the landscape of America changed dramatically after the Great War. New creatures emerged from the irradiated wastes, the land shifted and became filled with new plant life twisted and bent into strange shapes. Even the ground itself was altered in many places. In one such case, the Outer Banks of North Carolina became the shattered, flooded Broken Banks. Flotsam and wreckage littered amidst drenched islands and raft-masses, while the mainland’s coast was filled with all manner of blasted boardwalks, trading posts and shantytowns.
The further south a soul travels, the more flooded the land becomes. South Carolina is a mired, messy swamp patrolled only by the grandest of mirelurks and the most savage of tribes, while the untamed wilds of Florida boast drenchghoul cults and radgators of truly epic proportions. All in all, a severely inhospitable section of the wasteland.

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You have departed from Vault 54, the only home you've ever known, your whole world contained in an underground cavern, one high tide away from being a sunken tomb. Together with three others, you find yourselves inside a capsized ship, your raft having taken you across stormy waters. A rusty bulkhead stands ahead...
[Some kind anon, please make a thread from this post, as I am using Drunk QM's method of QMing.]

Would an anon kindly bake this bread to /SupTG/?
Tags: Pontifex Maximus QM, Fallout, Post-Apoc, Post-Apocalyptic, Waterworld, Vault, Vault Dweller, & any other tags that fit especially around it being set mostly along the coast/sea & in the South.
I'll get an opening post made for thread 2 & drop it in the /QTG/ this afternoon somewhere around 3-5PM Central Time.