The Trini Gang Final Act – Hang’em high “Ok, dude, gimme that bullets. Great, appreciated. Where do you go? Come, sit down, please, I haven’t told you the name of La Trini and I haven’t told you about all the members of the gang. I haven’t told you about me.… Continue reading
The Trini Gang Fourth Act – The magnificent seven If you want to fight the Trini Gang, as I imagine that’s why you are getting me drunk and filling my pockets, you have to bear in mind a couple of things: first, I really hope for your own good that… Continue reading
The Trini Gang Third Act – Westward the women Dude, I don’t know why are you so interested in La Trini, but as long as you keep filling my glass with Cienfuegos and my purse with bullets, I will tell you everything I know. After all, I am not telling… Continue reading
The Trini Gang Second Act – Django Second in command under La Trini is Django “Son of a Bitch”, and you can only imagine how this bastard behaves to have earned such a nickname in the Wasteland. He owns a breeding ground for hunting dogs, the best in all Scrapbridge (the… Continue reading
The Trini Gang Fist Act – Lo Chiamavano Trinitá They call her La Trini, and some say it is a short name for Trinity, but I think that’s a hoax because no one knows her true birth name. Some elders from the Beam Quarter know, but won’t tell, and as… Continue reading
Derek stopped searching the pile of junk and raised his head for a second, looking to the distant column of black smoke that loomed over the horizon. It seemed static, almost as if it was painted over a canvas, but after staring at it for some time he determined that… Continue reading
The noise of the mongrelmorphs woke me up. One of them was making a high-pitched sound that was drilling my tank, like that of some nails scratching metal. I was getting tired of telling Luigi not to let them inside, but as usual, no one gave shit about my opinions.… Continue reading
– Jacob, wake up. Aarón wants to see you. Jacob turned around grudgingly in his bunk and opened one of his eyes. In the doorstep he could see the silhouette of a man who could only be Max, a black wardrobe of a man ripe with muscles and bad temper,… Continue reading
A new short story, in which some inhabitants of the Wasteland try to explain how the world has came to its current situation. Stories around the campfire The fire crackled slowly, knowing its time will eventually come, trying to taste every second. The sky was crystal clear and even the… Continue reading
This is the first tale in a series of short stories based on the world of Punkapocalyptic, which we hope will help you to imagine life in the Wasteland. The last assignment Not every day you have the chance to make History. My master was near to madness sometimes, that… Continue reading
