You are Wile E. Coyote, and you're pretty sure that you're in hell.
Oh sure, you've spent most of your existence in inhospitable deserts, relentlessly pursuing a quarry that never quite seemed to be in your grasp. You've become intimately familiar with the many different ways in which one can injure themselves out in the middle of nowhere. Blazing sunlight, brewing thunderstorms, dangerous wildlife. You're pretty sure that you've grown an immunity to cactus needles given how many times you've fallen in patches of them.
Nothing could have prepared you for the sheer devastation that now encompassed the United States Rust Belt.
Based on the preliminary reports, you were pretty sure that things couldn't be quite that bad. There might be a lot of trash, so what? Junkyards have lots of trash, and you've spent hours in those just tinkering things together!
When your group first came across the incomprehensible magnitude of garbage, even your wildest misconceptions of the area could not have prepared you for the endless piles of refuse, sprawled out far beyond the horizon. The ground beneath you was arid and cracked, silt piling up in many places as a hot wind carried the taste of copper and oil. The sky was marred with distant weather systems, massive red clouds like demonic thunderheads that you were none too keen on encountering. The air quality was comparable to Delhi on a bad day; you could take off your hazmat suit and still breathe, if you had to, but it was definitely not on the list of things you were particularly excited to try.
The experience was…humbling, to say the least. Even Technor, who was usually prepared to cut the silence with a pithy quip worthy of a supervillain, seemed at a loss for words as the sheer scale of what happened here dawned on him. This went far beyond villainy, even far beyond evil. You shuddered to imagine the sheer incompetence that could have allowed something like this to happen! Even the most hackneyed after-school specials that talked about how evil landfills could be had nothing on this. It seemed like someone had taken the set of Mad Max and covered it in literal mountains of waste. It seemed like nothing more than a grotesque parody, and yet here you were.
