There is no law. There is no justice. There is no mercy.
In the world of Dystopia Rising these things burned away a long time ago leaving nothing but embers glowing in the distance. This is the irradiated west. There is only the mob mentality of righteous indignation and the vengeance that comes at the end of a well-loved revolver. The days burn hotter than the sun and the nights freeze colder than a Vegasian's heart.
The territories of the Lone Star and the Pridelands host the cultures of three unique tribes of people who all carry a great pride for their past, but do not have much hope for the future. Near the Lone Star the 'true' Mericans calling themselves Texicans hold territories mounted from the back of Iron Horses. In the Pridelands the Southern Mericans and Natural One tribes hold the communities of the southern Merican continent together. Hidden away in the mountains the Unborn of Teixiptla awaken from death and are born into a world of strange Full Dead and Semper Mort allies.