Clint “Crackshot”? He’s da fuckin’ man! He is one of those guys who will surely become a popular legend among Wastelanders, no doubt about that. There are dozens and hundreds of stories about this fella, but then, you can’t be sure of how many of them are just bullshit, but if you see this guy in real action I tell you buddy that you will believe each and every of them.
A caravan of scavengers returns loaded with loot after weeks of exploration in the Wasteland when they are intercepted in a gorge by fanatical Sons of the Black Blood. Amidst rampaging buffamels, flames and threats, Angus must decide whether to stand his ground or save his people. In the Wasteland, sometimes survival is more valuable than winning.
The explosion caught him completely unaware. He was in Covenant Square, marketing his stuff while wandering around the stalls bordering the esplanade below Scrapbridge. This time he was carrying some grade A material, really cool stuff he could surely trade with some of the stand owners who wanted to lend him a hand and spare a couple shells: dried lizarcock meat, a pair of almost-new boots he had found near a drainpipe, a rare magazine issue with a big Z
Fishy made a path for himself among the crowd gathered on the esplanade, taking good advantage of his natural slimy body to slither more or less quickly between the rest of the Mutards present there. His bulgy eyes kept looking over and over again to the stage improvised with pallets and wooden boxes, where the mythical Prometheus would soon make an appearance. That was a really exciting moment, a once in a lifetime event for Fishy, who had crossed half
– Dude, life in the Waztelanz iz a zhit. – We can’t complain, we have waterr, food, shelterr… and we even get laid once in a whale. – If we pay, dude, we get laiz if we pay and a lot, becauze for mutardz like uz iz very difficult to dip the weenie even wiz whorez. – Yeah, we arre quite horrible, man. – You are horrible, wiz that prick faze you have. I am handzome. – You arre handsome,
The Trini Gang Final Act – Hang’em high “Ok, dude, gimme that bullets. Great, appreciated. Where do you go? Come, sit down, please, I haven’t told you the name of La Trini and I haven’t told you about all the members of the gang. I haven’t told you about me. Maybe that should have been the first thing you should have asked. You don’t have to pay for this story, this one is for free. It amuses you, I see.
The Trini Gang Fourth Act – The magnificent seven If you want to fight the Trini Gang, as I imagine that’s why you are getting me drunk and filling my pockets, you have to bear in mind a couple of things: first, I really hope for your own good that you keep what you have promised, and second, you will have to wipe out the guys one by one, as you won’t have the balls to do it all at
The Trini Gang Third Act – Westward the women Dude, I don’t know why are you so interested in La Trini, but as long as you keep filling my glass with Cienfuegos and my purse with bullets, I will tell you everything I know. After all, I am not telling you anything that anyone could know around here and would tell you for a couple of shots. In fact, I think I’m scamming you. But be my guest. The Trini
The Trini Gang Second Act – Django Second in command under La Trini is Django “Son of a Bitch”, and you can only imagine how this bastard behaves to have earned such a nickname in the Wasteland. He owns a breeding ground for hunting dogs, the best in all Scrapbridge (the only one, actually, as he has wiped out all the competition). Last one standing was that of Rick “Half-sex”, who was called like that because a dog ate one
The Trini Gang Fist Act – Lo Chiamavano Trinitá They call her La Trini, and some say it is a short name for Trinity, but I think that’s a hoax because no one knows her true birth name. Some elders from the Beam Quarter know, but won’t tell, and as I am one of them elders I know, and will tell you later. They respect her big time, and not out of fear, not alone at least, but because she
