Open Oberland Bridge

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Prologue

- "Not all that long ago there was a bridge... Unfortunately for those fond of bridges, or perhaps those who just prefer bridges to irradiated rivers, this bridge was cursed. An ancient coincidence birthed a physical impediment to its use, and plagued the souls of all who braved the wastes. For on that very bridge lay the dormant Traincar steadfast, rusted to its track- static. But amidst the inescapable hopelessness arrived a small band of humble heroes. When they saw the travesty that stood before them, an affront to their sense of logic and reason, they began to devise a solution. Though together they were exceptionally critical and cunning, they remained stumped for days unable to overcome the challenge. Ideally, they thought, 'Explosives could do the trick.' But to do so would negate the purpose of their efforts; the bridge was not to be compromised. Their collective might was no match for the two hundred year old machine, as stubborn to be moved as it was to be destroyed. They continued to ponder. Then it hit one of them, 'The solution has been all around us!' she opened, breaking the silence. To what she referred were the beasts of the wastes, mutated to great extents and strength. They nodded together, the path to success was now clear. Through several months of tracking and hunting, the band finally managed to capture a mighty Deathclaw alive! Many weeks of failed taming and crippling injuries later, they found a device that would dull the temperament of the creature. Finally, just a few weeks later, the band managed to train the male Deathclaw to pull large objects with a makeshift rein, and even gave him a name: Arthur. Together the band and their newfound companion set off to the bridge, filled with the fervor of being so close to seeing so much hard work through to the end. They hastily fastened the rein to the Traincar, and then to Arthur. Everyone stood back, fidgeting and rubbing their hands together, smiling, unable to contain their delighted anticipation. A few moments passed, nobody said a word, then one of the heroes exclaimed, "Heeya!" Arthur sprang forward, the rein snapping straight with a loud crack, and the mighty beast's momentum coming to an abrupt halt. Arthur's muscles became fiercely defined, his veins bulging as he exuded an ungodly amount of force. For a heart-sunken moment it seemed as though the Traincar would not budge, not even for the hulking mutated chameleon. But suddenly the wheels underneath let out a shrieking squeal as they scraped against the rusted tracks. Arthur took a step forward, then another. His pace became fluid, momentum n