It's 2029.
The US has balkanized.
Danger is everywhere, but you have hope.
You cruise the wasteland in your trusty F-150, an F-150 your enemies have dubbed "The somali-dragger".
80's style synth music drowns out screams of the subhuman attached to the heavy-duty tow chain behind you.
You smile, crush a White Monster and pop another cinnamon Zyn.
The US has balkanized.
Danger is everywhere, but you have hope.
You cruise the wasteland in your trusty F-150, an F-150 your enemies have dubbed "The somali-dragger".
80's style synth music drowns out screams of the subhuman attached to the heavy-duty tow chain behind you.
You smile, crush a White Monster and pop another cinnamon Zyn.
ひげ
