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🔴 Some say, you will never be ready for the apocalypse. WAVES PUNKS of the new universe also were not ready.
💥 Boom! And all the beauty of the civilized world was gone in the blink of an eye. The new reality pushed WAVES PUNKS to adapt. To evolve. And even to mutate.
⚠️ Peaceful life came to an end. The global blackout forced punks to leave once technologically advanced cities. Poor fellows fled to wastelands scorched by cataclysms. They wanted to build a new civilization. But the land was infertile.
💣 Our new collection is called Mad Punks. It’s a scorched desert with sand storms, intolerable heat, and post-apocalyptic war. The smell of fuel instead of fresh air, distant gun shots are bird chirping here. Nobody can live here but truly mad guys…
⚔️ Three dominant factions rose in the wastelands: the Empire of Progress, Free Nomads, and Mutation Adepts. Some are fighting with military technology, some have to craft weapons from scraps, and others rely on mutations the post-apocalyptic world has given them.
Three factions, three ideologies, three styles of warfare. And only one territory, which is too small to allow these different cultures to coexist. Welcome to the world of Mad Punks. Load your shotgun and refuel your vehicle. It's going to be hot in here.
🏴 Inspired by Mad Max, the collection immerses you in a world of madness, heat, fierce battles and opposing ideologies. Your character has 3 factions to join and fight for.
🚧 Which one will it be? 🚧
Did you miss Mad Max and the world of Fallout? Welcome to the Free Nomads faction!
Wasteland is their natural habitat. Bounty hunters, raiders, sheriffs, tribal warriors, and adrenaline junkies. They know how to throw a real post-apocalyptic party.
Free Nomads is a scattered faction, divided buy feuds, turf wars, ethnic violence, and distrust. Still, the nomads have united to face a greater danger coming to take everything, their freedom, resources, and territories. They have weapons loaded with lead and democracy and fuel burning in their hearts!
This faction smells like gasoline, dust, and a conquering spirit. You too? Welcome aboard, then. Your bike is filled up, grab a bat, some grenades, a gas mask and go crazy!