So how does a post-apocalyptic earth communicate? With a flying Bat-pony's menagerie of birds carrying scrolls between everyone of course!

I'm Night Scrolls, formerly the human David. I roam the "wastes" of America. looking for survivors to tell them that there's a colony starting in Texas – Bastrop to be precise – and that they'll be welcome as long as they do something to help the colony thrive.

Who knows what I'll encounter and who knows what trouble I'll get into on my journeys?