Mildly Miffed Murray and his Wasteland Whangin' Battlebuggy.
About this creation
In the frighteningly near future, earth lays like a seeping scab from one crusted horizon to the next. What happened? World war three? Nuclear terrorism? Global warming? No. Something much more sinister, more maliscious, more abjectly irresponsable...
Every tree and wild thing ripped from it's home and thrown into the Onceler's industrial chipper/shredder. Until there was nothing to stop the wind. Nothing to shade the sun. Nowhere for water to run. Nothing but cracked macadam and ornamental landscaping as far as the ravenous developers could see.
A few, a motley murder of misfits have rebelled. Clad in the cast-off fashions of last fall, they build junkyard battle wagons and set off to either outrun the insanity or mow it down.
There's ol Murray. i wonder how he keeps his hood up when banging across the Brownlands at a buck twenty? Don't rightly know, but you can bet your sweet patootie his cynical smirk is firmly in place. Specially when his thumbs are on the triggers.
Well, now hopefully it's obvious to the even the huffers (would've said paste eaters but that's been copyrighted, 'sides, most you whippersnappers don't know what paste is, doggone gluestick generation) in the crowd that this is a work in progress. In case it ain't...
Thiiiis beeee wooooorrrrk iiiin PRAAAAA-gressss.
To say the least: We Are Impressed. Thousand Eye has for a long time been looking for ideas for just such a "Junkyard Army" and we think you have got the style cold! (Just an idea, why don't you put a few missile pods on the back of the Scurry, just to flesh it out a bit back there.)