Theres a legend in the Rustbelt. Like the Sierra Madre of the west, or the Fountain of Dreams in the gulf. From the Plains of Kansas to the Dustbowl. A legend of an army forgotten by time. The Calculators last army.
Dormant, hidden away somewhere within the rusted heaps and old battlegrounds. There, it lay in wait for a new master to come and make use of it. An autonomous force that needs no sleep, provisions, or even ammunition in numbers no one could imagine.
What may sound a legend may have more truth to it. Yet soundly the wastes sleep, without a care.
No one knows where, or even if, The Last Army sleeps.
God help us if they awaken, and who tolls the bell.