Death Valley Kings
Somewhere in the scorched expanse of Death Valley, a tribe of Accensorite Darwinists from the Cosmic Ascension sect is building a bomb to end the world. They call it Project Fat Man Evolved: an explosive device powerful enough to wipe the earth clean of infection, undead, and the corruption of every other faith. To the Death Valley Kings, this is not madness. It is the holiest of crusades, a deliberate recreation of the Big Bang that they believe was the original source of enlightenment and creation.
Most people assume the zealots will eventually destroy themselves in an explosion that echoes for a few miles and takes the valley with it. This assumption provides a comfortable distance. Less comfortable is the fact that the Kings fund their crusade through a thriving munitions and weaponry trade that outfits Dieseljock clan vehicles and designs unique weapon systems for the Guts N Bolts tournament. Their explosive expertise is unmatched in the region, and direct trade lines allow allied merchants like Mitch Lash to offer the best ordnance prices in Vegasia.
The Kings require rare irradiated materials and specialized designs for their holy project, driving a continuous hunger for technology, contraband, and old-world scientific equipment. A quiet conspiracy of merchants and suppliers outside the valley works to ensure that truly dangerous materials, particularly pre-fall nuclear devices, do not end up in the Kings' hands. It is a conspiracy built on pragmatism rather than principle, and it is all that stands between a tribe of fanatical bomb-makers and the ingredients to fulfill their vision.
Most people assume the zealots will eventually destroy themselves in an explosion that echoes for a few miles and takes the valley with it. This assumption provides a comfortable distance. Less comfortable is the fact that the Kings fund their crusade through a thriving munitions and weaponry trade that outfits Dieseljock clan vehicles and designs unique weapon systems for the Guts N Bolts tournament. Their explosive expertise is unmatched in the region, and direct trade lines allow allied merchants like Mitch Lash to offer the best ordnance prices in Vegasia.
The Kings require rare irradiated materials and specialized designs for their holy project, driving a continuous hunger for technology, contraband, and old-world scientific equipment. A quiet conspiracy of merchants and suppliers outside the valley works to ensure that truly dangerous materials, particularly pre-fall nuclear devices, do not end up in the Kings' hands. It is a conspiracy built on pragmatism rather than principle, and it is all that stands between a tribe of fanatical bomb-makers and the ingredients to fulfill their vision.
