It's been 30 years since The Rapture.  Or least I think so, I dunno, I was born after all that junk, just 17 myself.  The old folks say it all started here, in Terminus.  Big international science convention dragged all the best and brightest of the world here, and...whatever they did there, it fuckin' worked miracles; someone, at that convention 30 years ago, somehow awoke a long lost power in this world: Magic.  Apparently this was catastrophic enough though to bring down Divine Wrath.  Fire and brimstone and all, they say the Angels descended with plague, famine, war and death to bring about the end times.

Well, it worked for the most part, the old folks say.  They say we're the only ones left, everyone else is long dead.  Only thing that saved Terminus was havin' all those bright minds there, along with some highly experimental mechanized combat suits, strong enough to kill Angels themselves.  Never seen them myself, they say the guy who built them hid them away, said they were too dangerous, and bounced town to live on the wilds.  Crazy mother fucker if you ask me, shit outside Terminus is dangerous.  I dunno the details, just that somehow they pulled it off, fought off the heavens themselves, and put a wall around the town, and the rest simply happened.  We found ways to survive, and kept on survivin'.  Got an internet of sorts workin' in the city, our own green houses for cultivatin' land, and the life learnings of the world's best and brightest tucked away.  Well, that and a little magic, we're still tryin' to figure that whole mess out.

What do I do?  Oh, little of this, little of that, but mostly I work with the Reclaimers.  Bit of a recent thing, pretty risky.  We venture out of the wall and try to see what's left of things, and document the wilds.  Scary shit out there man, The Rapture warped the wild life itself, and whatever plagues those angels had caused a fucking zombie uprising of sorts.  Risky work, but beats sitting around Terminus, and there's work enough for everyone; sciency types, soldiery types, those crazy ass magicians, engineers, you name it we got it.

Where do ya sign up ya ask? Well, just follow me, we'll go talk to the Colonel about that...