Giving the sector its name, the twisted humanity that survived the fall of civilisation gathers in clans and tribes, ranging from the almost civilised townships of Tabor to the primitive hunters of Badlands. Mostly matriarchal, these insular groups are brutal and efficient, treating captives as food for themselves or their savage pigs and terrifying dogs.
“Fit dang bardick cree … whee … keel am all yeee ham!”
Close-quarters combat suits cannibals, but as they are closing the distance, they might have a double-barrel shotgun, giving them two chances to make a difference before they get to guttin’ range. Big and burly, with the occasional runt swaggering along, they’re led by a cruel matriarch and have the occasional weirdo like the not-so-gentle giant Jordy bringing a little extra punch.
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