Bikers: The Lords of the Wasteland Road

Welcome to the asphalt, outlaw. The only law is the roar of your engine, and the crunch of bones under your wheels. You’re a Biker, the ruthless king of the wasteland’s highways, where the only rule is survival of the fittest. Covered in leather and chrome, you roam the empty roads like a storm on wheels, controlling the drug trade, controlling the arms trade, and enforcing your own brand of order…making damn sure everybody knows who the boss is.

Who are you? Maybe you’re an old veteran who’s survived every gang war and turf dispute, a living legend in the wasteland’s most feared gang. Maybe, an ex-desperado, who got tired of feeling so desperate and alone. You have a shitty mustache, and a shittier Harley. Your loyalty to the club is everything, and betrayal is met with brutality. You carve out your territory with a mix of intimidation and violence. In a world that’s gone to hell, you’re the closest thing to order these bitches are going to get—and you’re not afraid to remind them of it.

What drives you? Power, control, and the thrill of the ride. A raw, unfiltered sense of power and dominance, that you wanna wield like a sledgehammer. The wasteland’s a lawless mess, and you’re here to impose your own brand of order. You see the chaos in the wasteland, and you don’t have an ounce of fear in you about it. The road is your empire, and you’ve got a steel fist to keep it that way.

But don’t forget, prospect— while you’re out there enforcing your will, the wasteland is full of threats that even the most fearsome biker can’t outrun. The gangs are always hungry for power, the wasteland’s dangers are ever-present, and the endless road can be as unforgiving as any rival. But as long as you’ve got your gang and your wheels, you’re ready to face whatever comes your way.

You’re a Biker, the lawless lord of the wasteland’s highways, and you ride like you own the place—because, in your mind, you do.