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My cousin, the outlaw. A modern day Clyde Barrow.
Spanish miners, going up against police. Note the heavy duty metal shields they are using, the burning tire barricades they have set up, their use of tree branches to block the road, and last but not least, their home-made rocket launchers. Also note the odd gas masks, hoodies, bandannas and particle masks they use to block smoke and gas and hide their identities. One can only guess that these tough bastards gave the authorities a run for their money.
The Earth, as seen from Space. It's all we have, Folks! The surface and atmosphere of this planet sustain us. Our Mother planet floats in a sea of infinite black void which is Death to all life as we know it. If we fuck this planet up too much, we will kill ourselves and everything else on it, and it will keep floating through the vacuum forever, with no passengers. All of our petty human thoughts and wants and needs lose significance when we view the Earth from this vantage point.
A vehicle comprised of a motorized push-plow and a trailer.
A quality copy of the Blade Runner pistol.
Two Wasteland Weekend off-road buggies.
I bought a pair of these studly shoes (below), and when I'm not bar hopping in them I'm aerating the lawn with them. They only cost $15, with shipping. The chief complaints against them online are that the nuts unscrew by themselves and get lost in the lawn, and the strap buckles don't work right, allowing these studly shoes to fall off your feet. To remedy these ills I modded these green bitches by using lock nuts on the spikes, and army surplus belts with actual buckles in lieu of the chincy straps that were provided. You can also use a bit of epoxy on each provided nut, but that seemed like a too-permanent solution. I might want to take these emerald motherfuckers apart one day and make weapons out of them.
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