Beasts of the Wasteland
Moscorpions
The Wasteland wouldn’t be such a nasty place to live in, apart from the shootings, starving to death, diseases, wacko cults, fucking Mutards, radiation, feral beasts and that filthy hag of my mother-in-law, if it wasn’t for the moscorpions. Yeah, those flying vampires that sneak into your crib while you sleep on a quiet summer night and deliver such painful bites to you. Those ones.
