THE SCRAPBRIDGE GAZETTE

The Gazette No. 76

Mutards in the V Reich? Yeah, I know you must be thinking I’ve gone into something very strong, but there are already several cases of people who have encountered freaks in clashes against people of that faction. They are lately fighting against some huge folks, very big and with bad temper that if you see them you would say “That must be a fuckin’ pit beast!”. And that’s not all, the typical subhumans that nobody wanted to say it, but

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The Gazette No. 75

Do you know what usually happens when things seem to be going really horrible and then they get worse? Well, for fucking once the opposite has happened and we have found the best thing that could possibly happen.The first groups of Amok and Irradiated are meeting and they are beating each other’s crap outta their sorry asses. Between some whose only goal is to torture and kill, and others who are more into irradiating and killing, the areas where they

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The Gazette No. 74

A lot of wounded and stiffs are arriving these days to Scrapbridge, because it seems that there was a massive gang fight a few days ago in an area of the Wasteland called Ravpicha or something like that. Reich militants, mutards, blackbloods, gangers and even some of those Amok fucks who can’t tell friend from foe apart, got into a big mess over several miles of Wasteland doing a lot of things. They were hunting eyedrones, stealing ungodly books from

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The Gazette No. 73

The Yellow Quarter is still a hell of a fucking social minefield. You’re gonna laugh at this one, well, at least you and me are gonna crack up, ‘cause Lucius doesn’t find it funny in the very least. So all this thing about changing the councilman turned up to be a giant ball of crap made up by one of our first year interns who didn’t want to go around the city looking for real news to publish in last

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The Gazette No. 72

We had been receiving gossip from people telling us that down in the South it was possible to get gasoline quite easily, but nobody wanted to speak out loud for fear of pissing out those violent wackos from the Black Blood Children. We all know that for those shaved zealots Earth’s black blood is something sacred by the glory of Tex’co and they allow no one outside their cult to use it. That was not too difficult for them, as

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The Gazette No. 71

Well, as we promised in last issue, we sent a special correspondant to go talking with the captured Irradiated in the Great Rift area so we get to know a bit more about this strange, strange people. Let’s see, the thing is that they mainly like their shit to have really bombastic and flashy names. For starters, they like calling themselves the True Heirs, because they blindly believe that they are the chosen ones to inhabit Earth after it had

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The Gazette No. 70

We are receiving some alarmingly (wow, that was not easy to write) surprising news from the Titgrab quarter. It seems that the famous whor… hook… prost… nope? Aight, harlot, they say I must write, but fuck me if I know what that means. Well, to the fuckin’ point. So, “Two Cleavages” Ramona, who probably was the only female mutard really well accepted in Scrapbridge and surroundings, WAS A FUCKING SCAM! She was doing her job as usual in one of

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The Gazette No. 69

We hadn’t heard from the famous Testicular Gangers in a long time. You remember them, those macho men with ball so big they couldn’t put their legs together, much less walk in a straight line, so they had to be put on bigger-than-normal bases (whatever the fuck this means). Well, it seems theses Testicular guys are growing and expanding big time their territories and many people are reporting in about them these last two months. Apart from needing more room

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The Gazette No. 68

Dirty Wastelanders… Next weekend will begin the VI Monger Games right here in the heart of Scrapbridge, feast we hold not to improve the crop season or the fuckin’ trading connections with neighbor lands, but to watch a bunch of assholes beating the crap out of each other, which is one of the few distractions we can have around here.Representing Festung Germania we have the one and true Sir Van Ham, natural born loser who is going to die out

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