Wasteland Express Delivery Service (engl.)

Take on the role of drivers inhabiting a post-apocalyptic wasteland riddled with outrageous, unhinged and otherworldly characters set on unleashing mayhem at every turn. In order to survive in this deranged universe, drivers must deliver food water and guns between the handful of settlements pockmarked through the Wasteland. If you want to survive you'll have to battle through the insane raiders who occupy the void between cities.

Pandasaurus Games
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Welcome to the <strong>Wasteland Express Delivery Service</strong>. I’m Dispatch—both my name and occupation. Not what my parents called me, but it gets the job done.

I’m s’posed to be explainin’ to you how we got here. So I’ll keep it short. World went to shit. Some say there was a great war that ended everything. That we ran out of water and the land stopped growin’ stuff, so we fought over what was left. Some say the world was always like this. Personally, I don’t much bother with how things got where they are. What’s done is done, and it’s down to us to play the hand we’re dealt.

ArworkThe Archivists don’t see it that way, ’course. Obsessed with old tech, obsessed with the past. Always tryin’ to recreate the world that was, or their interpretation of it anyway. Who knows how close they got to reality. Technology, economics, literature, art, fashion. Infatuated with the stuff. I don’t mind ’em. They mint the $crap that the rest of us use as currency, and they do an OK job of keepin’ the world hummin’... and they pay for what we bring ’em. 

Oracles of Ceres? They blame mankind for the destruction of the world. Say we started worshippin’ ourselves and not the Earth, the way we were meant to, the way we used to. So they pray to the goddesses and make sacrifices to the Earth hopin’ that one day she’ll start growin’ crops and everything will be hunky-dory again. So long as they don’t bother me, they’re free to do just about anything they feel like.

Now, the New Republic Army and I have a bit more of an issue. Fascists, if you ask me. Obsessed with rule by might and power. They think the rest of us are a bunch of ingrates who don’t ’preciate their sacrifices for us. Single-minded in their quest to restore order to the world and bring the rest of us into lockstep. Used to do a pretty decent job of keepin’ the raiders in check out in the wasteland with their “freedom patrols,” and I backed ’em in the war with the raiders. 

’Course, then came the Battle of Silo 42. That didn’t go so well for them. Since then, they’ve stopped patrollin’ the wasteland, retreated back to their cities. Personally, I think I like ’em better lickin’ their wounds. They play a lot nicer with us and the other factions now, and no more army patrols in the wasteland is just fine by me.^

Artwork TruckThe raiders are a collection of mostly insane people. Some enjoy the killin’. Some wanna see the rest of the world go up in smoke. Some of ’em just weren’t cut out to live among others. Grand Lord Emperor Torque was their leader. Got the lot of ’em to work together for a short bit to fight back against the freedom patrols. Well, the New Republic Army may have got the short end of the stick in the Battle of Silo 42, but they did manage to remove that piece of work from this mortal plane. But his kids are still around. Buzzsaw and Piston Jack have tried to hold their pop’s empire together, but Armistice has gone straight, moved to Motown last I heard. What’s left of the raiders have found themselves in loose coalitions, mostly carvin’ up Torque’s old empire. I don’t know the difference between all the raider ideologies, and it seems like most of the raiders don’t have much allegiance to any one of ’em either.

The free people live on the edge of civilization, which is where I come down on things. All I care about is scratchin’ out enough $crap to make it through the day and I don’t want anyone tellin’ me what I ought to be doin’ with my life. Not how to spend my $crap, not what goddess I should pray to, not who to fight for. The Wasteland Express Delivery Service operates in the free cities. We’re the lifeblood of what’s left of civilization. With the New Republic Army refusin’ to patrol the wasteland, we’re the last folks crazy enough to venture out into raider territory. 

So here we are, the link between the last cities on earth. Nuff yappin’; let’s go get paid.


Was ist in der Box? Spieldaten
  • 1 Mod Shop tray
  • Spielerzahl: 2-5
  • 125 truckmod markers
  • Sprache: englisch
  • 1 Grand Lord Emperor Torque (miniture)
  • Dauer: 90-120 Minuten
  • 6 player trucks (miniture)
  • Alter: ab 13+
  • 25 action markers (miniture)
  • Designer: Jonathan Gilmour, Ben Pinchback, Matt Riddle
  • 25 food / 25 water / 25 weapons (minutures)
  • Artist: Noah Adelman, Riccardo Burchielli, Josh Cappel, Scott Hartman, Jason D. Kingsley
  • 25 action markers (plastic)
  • 18 character standees
  • 6 “not welcome” standees
  • 10 combat dice
  • 1 raider check die
  • 1 RAD check die
  • 105 $crap marker
  • 6 dashboards
  • 1 Mod Shop reference board
  • 1 market board
  • 16 terrain octagons
  • 21 location tiles
  • 22 supplycounters
  • 36 demandcounters
  • 10 trailers
  • 60 progress markers
  • 16 ally cards
  • 9 raider truck cards
  • 16 raider enclave cards
  • 10 event cards
  • 45 faction job cards
  • 1 Rulebook 


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