(This is an original work, AKA no Touhous were involved or harmed in the making of this thing. This is contains original charcters and plotlines. Seeing as how this is a literary place, might as well put it here, you know. Anyhow, without further ado, the story)
Ch 1
The year is MP 3000, nuclear war has destroyed the world of Arios. Humanity was all but destroyed, with small pockets of life left, centered around small patches of suprisingly clean water scattered throughout the wastes. Over the centuries, humanity had to rebuild itself all over again. As havens from the harsh sands of the wastes, small communities rose around the oases. As more people came in, the communities grew, soon becoming cities that rose out of barren and desloate wastes.
Of course, as is the nature of the primal man, these cities-states would fight each other over valuable resources. The scrubber plants built near the black seas would be highly contested territories amongst the large city states. However, life managed to flourish in the desolate, ruined world. Small villages and towns lived in relative peace and isolation, safe from the bickerings of the large cities states. the caravans would bring in supplies and trade with the villages. With the caravans came stories of the world beyond the horizon, tales of shimmering cities and titanic, metal beasts roving the wastes.
This is the world that young Sensina Aquarosa was born into. The year is now MP 4120.
It was the time of year again where the caravans would make their way to the town. All the children were rushing to the bar, as they had heard that a man with a guitar was playing. They all enjoyed the stories that the caravans brought with them.
The man wore a hat with a large brim. His long coat was openned up slightly to cool himself off in the shade of the bar. Idly strumming, he looked up to see the children coming towards him.
"Hello young ones." he said with a corse yet gentle voice " What could I do for you?"
"Tell us a story, mister!"
"Yeah, come on mister, please tell us a story!"
The man chuckled as he scratched his stubble of a beard "Alright alright, take a seat." The cildren sat down in a half circle around the man as he strummed his guitar. They looked on, their ears thirsting for another tale from beyond the dunes.
"Let me tell you a story of the great machines that ride across the dunes. There are many kinds of machines, ranging from ones the size of this building to ones that would dominate the land. These machines stand out from the horizon, their great figures casting an enormous figure across the landscape. Some of them carry great treasures and precious things, like water or rare foods."
"Didn't people want to go after these treasures, mister?"
"Of course, and they did. People known as Wastelanders, Ruffians, or even Pirates sought these precious treasures. Of these Wastelanders, however, there are some that catch the attention of the rulers of the shimmerng mountains. One of these people is the Pirate Robert Saladin. Once, in his metal beast, he took on three other mechaical titans and escaped from harm, taking with him the water he liberated."
"Wow! How did Robert escape those other guys?!"
"You see, Roberts machine was the fastest in all the land. No one could catch it, even if he was trapped." The children let out a collective "WOW!!" as the man stummed the guitar once again. "I think that's enough for today, little ones."
"Aw, please mister, could you tell another."
"Well, your parents wouldn't like you staying out so late. See, the sun is setting. Don't worry guys, I'll be here tomorrow."
The children dispersed as the man with the guitar continued to play the guitar. Sensina went back to her family and dreamed of adventure on the dunes of the wasteland...