{"id":13609,"date":"2025-09-23T10:54:51","date_gmt":"2025-09-23T10:54:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/punkapocalyptic.com\/the-gazette-no-61\/"},"modified":"2026-10-06T16:44:24","modified_gmt":"2026-10-06T16:44:24","slug":"the-gazette-no-61","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/punkapocalyptic.com\/en\/the-gazette-no-61\/","title":{"rendered":"The Gazette No. 61"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

So, we can now produdly anounce that we are the first Scrapbridge newspaper to send a permanent reporter to Wanderbury. And that\u2019s not because the moving village crosses this stretch of land once in an agefuck, or because it\u2019s scary as shit to hop on such a huge beast (known to its dwellers as the Walker), or because we are the only thing similar to a newspaper in all the region. It\u2019s because we are cool as fuck and that\u2019s that, goddamnit. A fair summary of that strange place would be that it\u2019s a madhouse. Living there you can find people from the farthest regions of the Wasteland and beyond, so it\u2019s a mixture of languages, clothing and customs. And not only because mutards walk around like anyone else, but \u2018cause there are entire neighborhoods full of weird people. For example, according to our reporter, there is a small quarter inhabited only by folks who go everywhere completely naked. At night, when cold settled in, it was quite a show seeing them with their tiny balls shrunken into peas and their nipples hard enough to cut glass. The only requirement to anyone wanting to live there is to accept five very basic rules: <\/p>\n\n\n\n