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Let the Madness Begin!
We are survivors. Our world is rusty armor, explosions, hunger, and sand. The damn sand is everywhere. We ignored it at first, until poison permeated the soil and our water evaporated.
Back then, we were still greenhorns and conducted tank battles just for fun. But the need to survive has set us right. Now, fighting is the only way to prove that you can still keep a clear head and a tight grip on the levers. In the rush to prolong the agony in the midst of ash and sand, we are leaving our underground settlements and heading for the tank arenas. We are born, live, and die for fuel and poor portions of stale food. But even these supplies are running out.
