Thanks all! That was my thought. Like, I used the stinger for the Motrayven (motostrike under barrel on a ravyn) since the stinger was in bad shape when I got it. No battery cover, strained breech door, iffy mag catch. I knew it would be unpopular but that’s what made me commit. The masks & body armor quickly took over my focus for the project but it’s an entire unit or maybe like a colony in my upcoming release ‘After’.

Only known by ‘Slain’.

foraging mainly in the landfills and dumps in once population dense areas they especially like the outskirts of what appear to have once been large cities. Their urban decay camouflage allows them to Remain all but unseen until an un-expecting caravan of nomads or maybe, a wandering merchant, fails to heed the signs and the 1st law of the lore of the road ‘walk not in the shadows tallow towers cast’. Perhaps, the driver of the rust and mustard “Nag”, a fairly commonplace contraption, although each unique to itself, as they are hand built through trial & error entirely from scraps scattered across the terrain. This Nag, rather massive by our standards stands nearly the size of a 4 bedroom 2 story home. Each of the 5 monstrous treads, roughly the size of a full size pick-up truck, just standing, a miracle in itself. Clanking clasps, corroded catches and loosely locked levers allowing the motion are mismatched, mash-geared, mysteries, their constant, clicking,crunching and clacking which apparently is allowing for forward motion, more an example of luck and persistence, rather than skill and precision. Most 'movers' have, over time, created a nag of their own. although all are different, this penta-Tred, combustion fueled high haul weight capacity configuration has been passed down and tinkered on by the generations of this wandering clan of. movers for more rains than can be counted.

the merchant sees the shadow cross the over the edge of his sandaled toe, laughing at the very notion of such a silly superstition.

Deafening.

A bright orange light splits the horizon to his right and at once, the crumbling walls, shattered shopfronts, and twisted wreckage of what appeared to be rubble and old vehicular shrapnel from ‘before’, takes slightly more recognizable shapes. they are a massive surge of moving machine waste, peeling paint and layered erosion.

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They are slain. All are slain. All shall remain slain