In the eastern Badlands, tungsten still flows because the Sheriff keeps watch, every clock on his hat frozen at the moment someone crossed the line. When he shows up, he doesn’t pick sides; he just ends problems.
Machined from the wreckage of the past, the Badlands enter the arena. Across the cracked earth, foragers, road warriors, and rave-fueled renegades clash in high-stakes battles. In this scorched new order, tungsten is king — tougher than steel, rarer than a full tank of gas, and the lifeblood of every dart and every tricked-out war machine. Want subtle? Stay home. Want glory? Step into the War on Tungsten.
