State of Desolation
- Flavor music: > “March of the Waynos” by Koffin Kats
The Desert Horns
Those that embrace the lawlessness of the wasteland the Fall left behind usually end up rolling with a gang. Evolving from the hot rod and greaser crowds of old, these ruffians have more in mind than loitering at the local pump or bar. They do what they want, take what they want, and hurt who that want.
Roaming around means they have vehicles, which they typically take care of more than they do of themselves. Each gang also has their own shtick or brand of mayhem. I’ll briefly list a few I’ve come across in my travels: