The Impaler's Story

Wandering the desolate landscapeIn the outskirts of the wasteland, an ominous cloud of black smoke can be seen from the rugged, rubble choked hills of this desolate landscape. Following the remains of what was once a heavily used road, one would have normally found a small settlement made entirely of scrap; shacks cheaply assembled using whatever materiel was around ranging from corrugated steel plates to peices of cars and concrete. However today, the inhabitants of this settlement met their untimely demise at the hands of a being that is neither man nor beast, but something in between.

This being had gained a bloody reputation amongst the poorer settlements in the wasteland. For this, he had many nicknames; "The Drifter" for he frequently traveled from place to place in a constant search for supplies. "The Impailer" for his brutal skewering of opponents on the weathered blade of his Retro Lancer Assault Rifle. Most notable of them all is "Rampage", for his relentless assaults on settlements. Rampage is the name that most call him, and he has become a sort of an urban legend.

Deep within the confines of what was once "town hall" and surrounded by burning huts, he sits in a wooden chair in the center of the dilapidated building. His chalky white skin bore many scars from the numerous times he's been stabbed and shot; but for each wound he received his flesh would only get tougher. Patches of thick, grey scales cover his entire back and shoulders. His right shoulder sports an enlarged, semi-spherical pauldron covered in bleached, chipping paint. The pauldron also had a sleeve which covered the entire arm and was supplemented by a large, roughly arrowhead shaped slab of metal strapped to both his lower arms. The slab sported large metal rivets on it's weathered surface. The sleeves ended in a glove sporting large metal claws on each of his 5 fingers where as the one on the other hand ended in a fingerless leather glove wrapped in a net-like fabric.

His left arm and most of his upper body are completely exposed, showing every inch of his impressively muscular physique from his pronounced pectoral and abdominal muscles to his bulging biceps flecked with grey scales. His head was mostly exposed, save for a weathered cloth bandanna around his mouth and neck. The only thing covering his chest are a series of rusty metal chains holding together tattered pieces of rudimentary body armor that only cover his upper chest. Below his neck is a large circular collar that goes around his neck and shoulders before ending in a dull point on his back. The back of the collar is studded by circular pegs in two single-file rows.

On his belt he has numerous pouches and ammo pockets which he uses to store small items like additional ammo, shotgun shells and such. His legs are protected by tightly wrapped and stitched leather bands which end above the knee, where the entire lower legs are armored in metal plating before ending in large, weathered boots. In his right hand he holds a large, revolver-like weapon of a somewhat primitive design. The handel bears a cross-like insignia amidst the leather bands wrapped around it. On his back he sports two additional weapons, a Rifle-like weapon with a bayonet and a double barreled shotgun with vertically stacked barrels.

Around him lay the eviscerated bodies of those who had once lead this settlement; their remains ranging from semi-intact bodies to tiny, blood stained meat chunks and bits of bone. He looked around him through the tiny eyeholes in his helmet's protective lenses with his pale orange eyes. The smoke and fire from outside was beginning to slowly engulf this building like a snake swallowing prey. Deciding it was time to move, Rampage slid his Boltok revolver into it's holster with his right hand and grabbed his Retro Lancer Assault Rifle off his back before lumbering out the door which fell off of it's hinges shortly thereafter.

As Rampage walks away from the settlement, the last few huts collapse in a flaming heap along with town hall.