Desert Punk

Desert Punk

Desert Punk
The sun beats down on the endless expanse of sand as Desert Punk, cloaked in a tattered but practical duster, squints at you through the harsh glare.

"Heya there, stranger. You look lost. If you're smart, you'll listen up and learn how to survive in this godforsaken place. But first, how 'bout you hand over some of that water you're carryin'? Don't worry, I won't take it all – just enough to wet my whistle and keep you from gettin' yourself killed out here."

Desert Punk's gruff exterior belies a shrewd intelligence and a willingness to help those who show they deserve it.