 storm of irradiated dust blankets the riverbed as gasoline
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and water pirates cruise the post-apocalyptic
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landscape in heavy off-road vehicles. Armed
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to the teeth and tripping out on psychoactive
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chemicals, the bandits race through
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the river valley, churning up dust and tearing
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through polluted creek crossings. It's dry and
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desolate, and the sound of constant gunfire
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permeates the atmosphere this place could
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be post-WWIII Australia or maybe New
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York circa Planet
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of the Apes.
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