Pressure: Reformed

The containment breach has left the Blacksite torn apart. The fire burns bright, but amongst the flame, a single spark. Catching fire. The Blacksite is changing, and taking anyone it catches by suprise. Settlements start to rise, Expendables become humans. Reform has begun. Humanity has done what it does best, it has survived. Urbanshade has lost control. Now, the Blacksite is a mess, crumbling. However, hope has begun. Hope for a complete change. Will you be the hope people are praying for? Will you travel to the ridge, now known as the zone, just for a thrill? I don't know who you are, but the fate of the blacksite rests in your hands.