An Interview With The Hellrider: Part 3: What are the Hellriders & the End of the Hellriders.

Sorry for the long delay, I’ve been caught up in real life again: Moving across the province, packing to move again to go back to university and the (fortunately friendly) end of a romantic relationship. Anyway, enough excuses, here is part 3 of An Interview With the Hellrider.


“So, you want to know exactly what the Hellriders are? I’ll put it simply: We are badass motherfuckers that ride around and fill bullies and monsters full of lead. Why? Why not? We live a way better life then we ever did scavenging. How do we do that? Lootin’ and gratitude! So we’ve got this piss-pot dictator who is taking all of hicksvilles food and whatnot. We go and shoot him and his goons a bunch of times. We then take his guns and some of his booze and gas. Then we go tell the town and they throw us a big feast. We eat well, and I mean really well. That night the villagers are really grateful. Then we typically distribute some extra guns around the town and help them work out a defense. Might stay a few days and teach ’em to fight and whatnot. Then we load up on what supplies they can spare and take off. Since we just removed a leech on them they typically can spare a fair bit.” (more…)

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An Interview With The Hellrider. Part 2: The Formation of the Hellriders

“You still here? Wanna hear more? Well why the fuck not? Buy me another drink and I’ll ramble a bit more. So most of us were originally ex-bikers, but a few like me were picked up for useful skills. I could fix bikes pretty well, a hobby I developed to give me a chance to work with my hands, again, due to that crap staring at computers all the damn time job I had. (more…)

An Interview With The Hellrider. Part 1: Demons Ate the Goddamn World.

“Alright, listen up as I don’t wanna have to say this mor’n once. I’m sick of tell’n every yokel and farmer I run across to piss off so I figure I’ll tell you once and be done with it.

My name’s Thor and I founded the Hellriders. Start from the start? What, you mean the very start? Fuck, alright, gimmie a light. (more…)

Shattered Future: Part I: The Northern Tribes

There was a time when gods walked the earth. They lived in great temples of glass and metal and ruled over man from on high. All was good, everyone had food and clean water and warm beds. The gods taught us magic, and gave us gifts for we served them and brought food to there great homes. It was a golden time, a time of milk and honey. Then the Gods warred among themselves with terrible weapons of fire. Many men fought alongside them with terrible weapons the gods gave them, weapons then spewed smoke and light. This war broke the world and shattered time, so that a man in one village might live for 5 seasons and walk to the next village and find that 10 seasons had passed.

Most of the Gods of our land and their servants lived to the south, in a warm land filled with food and wealth. However when they warred with the Gods across the sea that land became a blasted wasteland, torn by great fire. Now a great wall of wind separates us from that land, wind the howls so fast that it carries great masses of rock through it, granting only death to those who try to cross it. Rumours exist of tunnels, old even in the time of the Gods that might allow man to cross the great divide. Who knows what treasure lies down in the land of the gods?

We have lived here on the great plains, living with our horses, trading  with the homesteaders and fighting with the raiders and monsters that roam the plains with us.We avoid the homes of the Gods, the great cities of iron and steel for the monsters that now infest them takes the luster off the treasure they are reported to hold.

To the west lie the great mountains and well beyond them the great wrecks left when the sea fell, and finally the great sea itself. To the north lies the great frozen plains, and rumours of a landbridge across the sea there persist. To the east lies the great radioactive wastes, and the toxic seas. Legend has it of another great ocean for to the east beyond that but no one has ever returned from such a journey.

And that my son are our lands. Beware the raiders and city dwellers for both are evil, live close to the land and stay away from the works of the gods and you will live long and have many children.