Macktrucker
Mohawk the Courier
Are you tired of risking your life in the nuclear wastelands just to deliver a letter to your loved ones? Are you sick of waiting for that cheque in the mail? Does the nuclear fallout really grind your gears? Mutants on your back while you wait for that all-important package? If you answered yes to any of the above questions, give “Atomic City Couriers” a call today on 555-41971. We go ANYWHERE in the wastelands, with a guarantee of delivery or your money back! Call today”
Harper Mason didn’t remember the bombs dropping, the wasn’t even born. Her parents hadn’t even been born then. This burned world was the only one she had ever known. Harper Mason was a survivor. From the age of twelve, she had worked for the Atomic City Couriers. And she hadn’t given up when Doc Green had amputated her arm after that thresher mutant had torn half of it away. No, she’d gone out and recovered an M511 unit, and it’s arm grafted on. Now it was the Threshers that had to be wary of her. So they would all know her, she shaved her hair into a Mohawk. Eventually, they all knew her only as “Mohawk the courier”, the most dependable source of good news in the country.
Mohawk the Courier
Are you tired of risking your life in the nuclear wastelands just to deliver a letter to your loved ones? Are you sick of waiting for that cheque in the mail? Does the nuclear fallout really grind your gears? Mutants on your back while you wait for that all-important package? If you answered yes to any of the above questions, give “Atomic City Couriers” a call today on 555-41971. We go ANYWHERE in the wastelands, with a guarantee of delivery or your money back! Call today”
Harper Mason didn’t remember the bombs dropping, the wasn’t even born. Her parents hadn’t even been born then. This burned world was the only one she had ever known. Harper Mason was a survivor. From the age of twelve, she had worked for the Atomic City Couriers. And she hadn’t given up when Doc Green had amputated her arm after that thresher mutant had torn half of it away. No, she’d gone out and recovered an M511 unit, and it’s arm grafted on. Now it was the Threshers that had to be wary of her. So they would all know her, she shaved her hair into a Mohawk. Eventually, they all knew her only as “Mohawk the courier”, the most dependable source of good news in the country.