As a child of the 2030's his parents were nomads, never staying in a spot for longer than needed. His parents taught him many things as he grew up, how to hunt, craft, tinker, everything of the sort. As time went on his parents got deathly ill and unable to continue the nomad tradition they told Dallas to continue on and finally grow up. The year was now 2052 and he was still a nomad, hunting for anything that could help him. The winters were rough, but he held on with the hope of finding true civilization. A few more years had passed and it was finally 2055 as Dallas was visiting a local tribe he heard talk about a utopia filled with the wonders and joys of the past. Intrigued by this news he continued to eavesdrop on the conversation until he finally knew where to find it. As he marched north, there it was, the stories and rumors were true. It really was a utopia. Though Dallas felt great shame knowing that he'd disappoint his parents for abandoning their tradition, he decided to push that shame deep down in order to finally rest for once in his life, no more constant hunting, no more walking for days on end. He could call this place his home for the first time in his life. He became a repairman for the city helping out with whatever he could. He enjoyed his new life and as the days turned into months and the months turned into years the issues began to arise. Dallas slowly but surely grew wary of what would come to the city and he finally caved in. He quickly packed his bags and escaped to live out in the woods. He set up his own little civilization. He had a farm for food, a nice little river for fish, and a small little shack he called home. The years he had lived there were quite well and peaceful until raiders showed up and took everything he held dear to him, once again he lost everything. He finally understood that the nomad lifestyle was the only way to break this never ending curse.