The question most likely percolating on your mind right now is, "What is this Outpost Utah?"

I'm glad you asked.

Picture this: a fantasy/sci-fi world where the 50's never quite died out, the west is a vast, desert wasteland with a roving assortment of bandits and mutants. The rest of the world is rooted in apocolypse, it's economics are shot, it's governments collapsed, it's not much better off. UFO sightings are common. Punk, ska and psychobilly are the music of choice. Pepsi, the choice of the new generation. Smoking, without activist groups to tell us otherwise, is still considered safe. Detroit is still the best steel. Insane, yet often successful measures are taken to find women. Kangaroos cavort happily with people and nobody thinks anything of it. Basically a strange, arid world with very few rules based on normal logic and time. A no nonsense, high octane, fly by the seat of your pants comic book epic.

Amidst all this ruin there is one place where freedom still stands for something. Join Laslo Nguyen and "the as yet unnamed woman" as they fight their way to Outpost Utah.

Remember to watch out for bandits, eyes wide for the Desolation Mesa Tankers and never take your eyes off your car.

You want that nice paint job scratched?

Pull on your engineer boots, roll up your pantlegs, fire up that 327 and make it scream with delight.

My motor, my mistress