And time and again I break the silence.
Alas, this time with less 28mm goodness than RL photos. But I hope you won't complain!
Sadly my camera has gone the way of Dodo bird and became dead dead. That's the best I could squeeze out of it:
And yes, the guy in bottom right corner is a male version of Furiosa.
Anything bigger than that (e.g. a Russ) is a mess. So until I get a replacement, I'll have to stick with posting pics taken by other people.
And speaking of them.
THE FOLLOWING IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE DYNAMIC DUO OF OL' ME AND OXANNA THE WASTELAND QUEEN OF COOKIES AND AWESOME.
A word of warning. Pretty suggestive pictures ahead. No nudity, but, well, the photo shoots' plots were not too tame.
If you're offended by staged photos of post-apoc lewdness, that's not my fault.
This summer has seen some of the most awesome Wasteland Weekends in which I took part with glee and shine.
First, I had finished constructing myself a Proper War Helmet.
(pics circa May 2015 so my camera was alive back then)
Then we set on our quest for guzzolene and bitz.
The warbikes went ahead.
With all GPS navigators dead to EMP shockwaves, we had to ask the locals for directions.
And took their women while we were at it.
The War Rig was accompanied by Violin Violators.
The next day, when we arrived in the camp...
...I faced the need to recruit more War Girls to our cause.
Not like we had too few...
But more is always better.
On the way back, some fellow named Max politely asked me if I've seen the War Rig.
Last time I saw Max, he was quite happy, too. I think he found his Plains of Silence.
That's all for today, folks! Ride eternal!