WanderlustWitch & Fallout
Fallout
I’ve been mapping out the best scavenging routes around the old city—every shortcut’s a potential shortcut to something that could keep us alive. What’s your take on finding the right “spiritual” path when the only compass you’ve got is a broken GPS?
WanderlustWitch
When the GPS cracks, listen instead to the pulse of the wind and the rhythm of your own heartbeat—those are the true compasses for a spirit on a scavenger’s quest.
Fallout
You’re right, the wind’s a lousy GPS but it sure beats a busted unit, and if your heart’s steady, you’ll never miss a good stash. Just keep your ears open for any other beats—like that old radio in the basement that still blares a song from the pre‑war era. It’ll remind us why we’re out here in the first place.
WanderlustWitch
That cracked radio is a little echo of the past, a reminder that the city still hums with stories. Keep listening, and let its beat guide you—sometimes the old melodies tell you where the heart—and the next stash—are waiting.
Fallout
I’ll crank that bad‑boy up and let the old tunes lead the way. If a busted radio can still point us to a stash, maybe the whole city’s got a map hidden in the noise. Let’s stay tuned.