We're both massive Mad Max fans, we busted out the leather jacket and saw-off shotgun, rolled out the cool car and hit the wasteland trail! And as a classic Fallout fan, I couldn't help but sneak in the familiar blue jumpsuit and .223 Pistol.
Kick it in the guts, kitty!
This job was turning out to be way more trouble than it was worth. Lexi, a wasteland mercenary and expert driver, along with Rutger, a quite crafty inventor and mechanic-for-hire, took on a simple assignment to deliver a case of seeds from one farming town to the next. Simple, right? Except not soon after, the unforgiving desert piled every misfortune it could find on the duo.
The pair hadn’t been long underway in Lexi’s trusty wasteland-proofed Plymouth Barracuda (affectionally known as the BASTUDA, or Bastard ‘Cuda) when they spotted a threatening cloud looming on the horizon: they were driving headfirst into a sandstorm! The unrelenting hurricane may not prove much challenge for an ace like Lexi, but the Bastuda’s legendary V8 engine could only swallow so much dirt before giving out. There was no other choice: the raccoon mechanic had to climb on top of the speeding car and clean out the engine, or else they’d both be buried in the uncaring sands.
And that’s when bad went to worse… The Carrion, a terrifying band of wasteland marauders that despite all odds had thrived in the wastes appeared from the storm, driving Frankenstein-like abominations of rusted metal, burning rubber and spikes that could only be called cars by the broadest sense of the word.
The two road warriors drew their weapons, ready to face the ghouls clad in rags and old scrap with some cold steel of their own.
