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It was a barren wasteland.

Due to the countless of wars and ongoing conflict all over the globe, the sea had dried up and everything was turned to nothing but ashes and sand. It was nothing but a dune sea now, with only a scrap of humanity’s former glory and populace held up in mobile fortresses powered by steam.

There are no ships to cross the vast ocean of blazing sands. Neither is the air safe enough to support commercial flight so conveniently. The only way you could ever cross such treacherous territories from one place to another.

Are tanks.

This is a story where the world fell apart, where rogues and renages prowl the desert wasteland to survive. When mercenaries for hire do not use pistols, rifles, or even grenad launchers, but iron on wheels. A time when sh*t just got really, really serious.

Let’s start the Wild West again… with tanks. Hang tight, gunny.