Jul/Aug
2052
Joels Bastards Win Northern Semi-Pro Combat League

The Northern Semi-Pro Combat League finished, with Joels Bastards taking the overall victory and a prize of $180000. The runners-up were Holy Mutant Death Squad , and finishing in third place overall were Crusaders.

Pooks Prangksters Win Somerset Deathrace League

The Somerset Deathrace League finished, with Pooks Prangksters taking the overall victory and a prize of $180000. The runners-up were 5ive Crew, and finishing in third place overall were Joels Bastards.

Lattes Raiders Win Somerset Pedestrian Combat #2 League

The Somerset Pedestrian Combat #2 League finished, with Lattes Raiders taking the overall victory and a prize of $150000. The runners-up were Joels Bastards, and finishing in third place overall were Holy Mutant Death Squad .

The World of Evan According to Basher:

The infamous Smokey Hills road on the route to Firelight is described in this issue.

A lot of the roads leading into and away from the major towns on the Continent of Evan have hazards on some parts of their roads...
I can think of NONE that have tire-shredding, car disabling or ganger killing places to avoid like the Smokey Hills run.

Lets take the tire shredding problem first.
If you waver even a few feet to the left or right of the roadway at ANY speed over 40 mph you will incur tire damage. The slower you are the less damage you get.

The WHOLE road is like this!


Image by Lord Foul


Lets take car damage next.
If you get up to a decent speed and can keep the tires on the road AND your car stays there, you have other hazards that will KILL you and your car!

At slower, non-tire-shredding speeds, you may not notice the bumps on the road.... Oh, but believe me, they are there! IF you get up to speeds above 50 or 60, your car will be jumping around like a high-school cheerleader on speed especially when you need to make the many turns encountered here.!


Joels Bastards Win Elmsfield Two Guineas League

The Elmsfield Two Guineas League finished, with Joels Bastards taking the overall victory and a prize of $60000. The runners-up were Bladerunners, and finishing in third place overall were Solar Flares.
In memory of `Rodrigo Macri`.

Holy Mutant Death Squad Win Northern Summer League

The Northern Summer League finished, with Holy Mutant Death Squad taking the overall victory and a prize of $60000. The runners-up were Joels Bastards, and finishing in third place overall were 5ive Crew.

David Dougherty of The Cosmic Kids died at Gates of Elmsfield.


Dorothy Tellez of rebelfishes died at The Pit.


`The Duchess` Han Ice of Guns Gears Getaway died at Salt Flats Canyon.


Julius `Julius` Julius of The Groove Champions died at Road to Gateway Truck Stop.


James Ruiz of thebills died at Gates of Somerset.


Lydia Rose of Monarchs died at Road to Somerset.


James Borg of Monarchs died at Road to Somerset.


Ricky Coon of Monarchs died at Road to Somerset.


Willie Shake of HELL AND THE HANDBASKETS died at Double Down Arena.


Donald `The Dragon` Chou of Street Pizza died at The Pits.


Stanley `The Rock` Goodspeed of Street Pizza died at The Pits.


Sonia Blake of Paladins died at Road to Somerset.


Frank Salazar of headXplode died at Somerset Rally Circuit.


Chester Swanson of Garage Boyz died at Northern Farm Land.


Janice Maiorano of BD And Sons died at Acid Land.


Herbert `hippy` Sirmans of Dryfuss Dragoons died at Gates of Sarsfield.


Marcus Macleod of Paladins died at Blown With the Wind.


Harold Weiss of rebelfishes died at Highway to Hell.


Richard Yu of rebelfishes died at Highway to Hell.


`Big` Richard Smith of GovermantResistance died at Road to Somerset.


Lucius Sizer of GovermantResistance died at Road to Somerset.


Humberto Bailey of Bastille the Raging Scavenger died at Gateway, The Trench.


Patrick Jones of MADHAT died at Road to Somerset.


Hung `Gunny` Hogan of Fish Lovers died at Sandy.


Terry Bradshaw of Fish Lovers died at Sandy.


Paige Waid of Rolling Blunder died at Road to Somerset.


Doretha Holmes of Nightmares Revenge died at Somerset Arena.


Gregory Wright of Blackbeards died at The Pit.


`Deputy` Annie Deputy of Riotous Assembly died at Somerset Rally Circuit.


Linda Caruthers of Road Debris died at Interstate Mythos.


Sarah `Weekly` Dailey of Riotous Assembly died at Somerset Arena.


Brittany Rockwell of Triumph died at Gates of Elmsfield.


Gerald `Six-Pack` Beer of Luna Sea died at Northern Desert Circuit.


Eric Thomas of Collision Force died at Forever Yellow Skies.


Kerry `Elizabeth` Smith of The Dionysian Dozen died at Once Upon a Town.


Donna `Big Rig` Swisher of Comstar died at Northern Farm Land.


Eric `Eyes Of The` Hauck of The Bytten Squad died at Road to Somerset.


Randall `Trotter` Davis of Shattered-n-Bloody died at Northern Farm Land.


Sheldon `Boss` Hogg of Road Lords died at Northern Foothills Racetrack (at night).


Jose `Pitfighter` Driskill of Ultra Catharsis died at Maure Dore.


Vickie Festa of Ultra Catharsis died at Maure Dore.


Raymond `74` Rawls of BD And Sons died at Gates of Somerset.


Walter `Get Jacked` Jackson of Renshai died at Interstate Mythos.


Hai Munoz of Triple S died at Scattered Hills.


Timothy `Bossman` Tiedeman of Bohemians died at Somerset Arena.


Christopher `Zip` Bracewell of Bastille the Raging Scavenger died at Somerset Rally Circuit.


Chi Scott of MADHAT died at Road to Somerset.


Andrew Allen of MADHAT died at Road to Somerset.


Arie Stark of Lords Of Steel died at Somerset Arena.


Tina `The Wrench` Beck of Street Pizza died at Sandy.


Wendi `Quiet Killer` Quiles of Street Pizza died at Sandy.


James `Clive` Owen of Street Pizza died at Sandy.


`Pfat` Billy Pfarr of Street Pizza died at Sandy.


Richard `Last Word` White of Bastille the Raging Scavenger died at Sandy.


James `Farmer` McFarland of Highway Hellriders died at Gates of Firelight.


Elvis Presley of Triumph died at Road to Somerset.


Buck Rodgers of Triumph died at Road to Somerset.


`Sergeant` Andrew McCown of 11th Recon Company died at Maure Dore.


`trusty` Reuben Fredericks of thebills died at Road to Elmsfield.


Patricia `Big Guns` Cheney of Evan River Rats died at Northern Farm Land.


Daniel Alford of Evan River Rats died at Northern Farm Land.


Edward Hines of Load Runners died at Canyon Joust.


Jesus `Indian` Summers of East Evan Trading Company died at Gates of Gateway Truckstop.


Rudolph `Casket` Castiglione of Shattered-n-Bloody died at Road to Somerset.


Michelle `Rockcrusher` Muncie of Comstar died at Somerset Arena.


Larry `Rolla` Hay of Shattered-n-Bloody died at Pathway to Darkness.


Kathryn Lacy of Zen Omega died at Somerset Arena.


Robert McDonald of Nerds on Wheels died at Road to Gateway Truck Stop.


Damion Hysell of Garage Boyz died at Road to Gateway Truck Stop.


Dale Nicodemus of Garage Boyz died at Road to Gateway Truck Stop.


Robert Moore of MADHAT died at Gates of Somerset.


Robert `Mr fix it` Stevenson of Port Kar Renagades died at Gates of Somerset.


Gabrielle Owens of The 4saken died at The Pits.


John Asher of The 4saken died at The Pits.


Darlene `Darling` Cameron of 12th Street Bangers died at Gates of Badlands Truckstop.


`Desert Rat` Ricky Ross of High Octane Hooligans died at Road to Somerset.


Paul `The Sage` Berg of Weak Head Normal Forms died at Under a Bloody Red Sky.


James `The Predator` Pasley of CryptKeepers died at Road to Somerset.


Lucia `The Rat` Carter of CryptKeepers died at Road to Somerset.


Junior `Jumpin Jack` Jackson of Lords Of Steel died at Road to Somerset.


`Luscious` Lisha Williams of CryptKeepers died at Road to Somerset.


Brenda Warren of CryptKeepers died at Road to Somerset.


`Matt` Damon Longwell of Legion of Legends died at Road to Somerset.


Robert `Daft Haircut` Smith of The Bytten Squad died at Gates of Elmsfield.


Pinkie `Tuscadero` Twitty of Guns Gears Getaway died at The Pit.


`Eagle Eye` Irene Ellis of Comstar died at Highway to Hell.


Yvette `Ghost` Jorgensen of Comstar died at Highway to Hell.


Stephen `Deadeye` Ellison of Comstar died at Highway to Hell.


Dale `Fixit` Mitchell of Comstar died at Gates of Gateway Truckstop.


Annie Kayser of Street Pizza died at Somerset Arena.


Joseph `Lover` Glover of Gearjammers died at Northern Desert Circuit.


Shawn Allen of Lesser Demons died at Gates of Badlands Truckstop.


Rachel `Peggy` Hayward of The 4saken died at Gates of Somerset.


Micheal Ward of Triumph died at Serpentine Road.


Mel Gibson of Triumph died at Gates of Elmsfield.


Lauren Franz of Mandelbots died at Interstate Mythos.


James Lebo of Big C Rollers died at Highway to Hell.


Joseph Evans of rebelfishes died at Northern Farm Land.


Shawn Faulkner of rebelfishes died at Northern Farm Land.


Angel Knapp of Triple S died at Smokey Hills.


Geraldo Mort of Lesser Demons died at Double Down Arena.


`Shootin`` Elizabeth Milton of Orions Blades died at Telegraph Road.


`Draconian` Eula Jordan of Riotous Assembly died at Acid Land.


Judith Pederson of MADHAT died at Road to Somerset.


Walter Atkins of CryptKeepers died at Road to Elmsfield.


Robert Hunt of CryptKeepers died at Road to Elmsfield.


Domenica Johns of Triple S died at Maure Dore.


Edgar `GORILLA FACE` Frazier of KLINGON GIRL SCOUTS died at Scattered Hills.


Henry Holmstrom of BD And Sons died at Northern Farm Land.


Alana `Beauty` Wisdom of Whiskey Runners died at Gates of Somerset.


Robert Bibb of Big C Rollers died at Northern Foothills Racetrack (at night).



Two seconds of life

By Damon Angel

It`s said that you don`t remember your early childhood. Memories from so far back just aren`t stored in your head. Sandy `Razzer` Bloom could remember her first steps. She had vivid memories of the puppy her father brought her home for her second birthday. It was a little mutt of dubious lineage, but she loved that mutt right from the start. She remembers knowing in that very second that she was a `dog person.` Cats had never appealed to her.

That puppy had grown with her. She`d outlived `Devil` and gotten another. She loved to sit around the fire at night, outside; about the only time when you could sit outside, watching the stars and the sky. That was about the only entertainment there was. The auroras sparkled against the blanket of twinkling lights. The occassional meteor tracing a fiery path across that milieu was a treat enjoyed by all.

She could remember all those night sitting outside, in the dark, with her mother and father and, before they passed, her grandparents, listening to stories of the `before` times or snuggling against her father while another adult in their community read from one of the rare books that had survived and found its way into their community. Her favorite story, as a child, was `Horton hears a Who.`

Her father was a magnificent story-teller. His low-toned voice was full of fun but could convey many other emotions, making him a one-man entertainment system. Sandy could remember sitting with the other children in the community listening to him read about Horton and his struggles with an intolerant society. Her father said there was a message in that story for all times, including their own. But as a child, she cared little for life lessons.

Inside the secure walls of Somerset, she played, lived and loved those around her. She didn`t know her life was one of hardship, because it had always been the same since her birth. They always had food, a safe place to shelter and their society of peoples. What more did you need?

Occassionally, she remembered, her parents and the parents of her friends would sit and talk about things that had happened outside the walls. They weren`t always good things. The parents tried their best to shield their children from the bad, but when one of her friends had to go live with another family because of bad things that had happened to their mommy and daddy, well, there was only so much you could protect a child from. This hit home hard, when she was 9 and a friend of hers lost her parents to pirates out in the fields where they had worked, farming the food that kept them all alive. Sandy didn`t mind. As an only child, she`d always wanted a brother or sister; she didn`t care which. She`d gotten a sister and that had suited her fine. Allee had come to live with them and that was that. Sandy had a friend living with her as a sister. They`d grown together. Done everything together and, when they`d hit their teens, had been terrors together.

She could remember many a night, sneaking out with Allee to go see boys they knew, or go to parties held in old buildings nobody used anymore. She and her sister had taken their first drinks of alcohol, smoked their first cigarettes [[ yukky to both ]] and done SO much more together. They`d thought they`d been careful and oh so sneaky, but later, her parents would tell her they`d known and even that her father had trailed the pair many times to insure their safety.

It had made her love her father even more.

When they`d been assigned to jobs at 13 years of age, like every 13 year old before them, they`d jumped at the chance to help their community. She`d been taken under her father`s guidance to learn how to maintain the machines that kept their society viable, able to fight against the world and the things in it. She had a purpose.

Allee joined the Militia. There was much discussion around the dinner table and outside, at night, over that matter. She remembered Allee`s adamant stand about joining, and her parent`s equally adamant stand against it. They had never gone so far as to forbid it; they knew better when dealing with Allee. But they had tried their best to talk her out of it.

Even so, there were never any prouder parents than hers when they stood in the bleachers watching their daughter graduate from the academy.

Allee settled into her position as a combat vehicle operator like she`d been born to it. Sandy wiped grease from her forehead and scrubbed it out from under her fingernails with equally as much dedication.

Then one day, after their 18th birthdays, they`d been sitting around a fire, alone together, talking about things teenage girls have talked about since time remembered. This was an especially vivid memory for Sandy. It was the day they`d tossed everything and had started on the path that had brought them to where they were now.

Snuggled into Allee`s lap, legs stretched towards the fire, she remembered Allee saying she was leaving the Militia to go out on her own and how she wanted Sandy to go with her. Sandy remembers turning, lieing there between Allee`s legs, to look up at her. `Go?` was all she`d said.

`Yes.` Allee had responded. `I want to see the world. I want to DO something. Somerset doesn`t need us. The world does.`

She`d gone on to tell Sandy things she`d never heard Allee mention before; long-distance scouts against horrid gangs of mutants and pirates far gone from the normal life Somerset gave them. How she`d seen places that barely eeked out an existence because of the scavvies and the horrors on wheels that, she`d said, seemed to be everywhere.

Sandy could remember the raids around Somerset. They were an annoyance and, sometimes, a tragedy, but Somerset had never really been threatened by these marauders. The militia and the dedicated members like her sister had made it so.

But now she wanted to go out...there...and continue the fight for what she believed. How could Sandy say no? Allee was her sister. There was no way she`d let her face danger alone.

These and many other memories Sandy held in her mind and was able to recall with near crystal clarity and, in the last two seconds, seemed to have done with all her memories.

But now she was awake...hazy awake that it was. She could smell burning wiring, oil and the pungent aroma of gasoline. It hurt to turn her head, but she did, to see Allee. She found their hands clasped together but didn`t remember how it had happened.

Smoke filled the cabin of their crippled Apache. For a second, it cleared and Sandy screamed. Allee was gone. To her right, she heard a strange noise. When she turned her head, all she saw were the cracked, yellowed teeth that filled her vision. Then pain. But she wouldn`t remember the pain.


Evan`s Most Wanted

The most wanted gangs in Evan today are listed below. The bounty listed for each gang is a combination of the amount offered by local vigilante groups and by disgrunted individuals, and represents the amount of money you would expect to be paid for each senior member of the gang you kill.

1. Cap distributor (Somerset): $3665.
2. Longos Merry Men (Somerset): $1066.
3. Mirrirored Pain (Somerset): $617.
4. The Cosmic Kids (Somerset): $543.
5. Blackbeards (Somerset): $531.
6. The Bad Habits (Somerset): $516.
7. The Parrotheads (Shantyville): $406.
8. Fish Lovers (Somerset): $305.



Big Time Professional

In the past month, the most prolific gang on the Professional deathsport circuit has been Cap distributor, having competed in 9 events. Are these guys intent on getting famous, or are they just in it for the money?
Leagues Roundup

As the year progresses, here are the leaders of the major leagues:

Evan Race Ladder - Lattes Raiders
Evan Deathrace Ladder - The Frequency
Evan Arena Combat Ladder - The Frequency
Evan Paintball Combat Ladder - Lattes Raiders

In addition, the leaders of the minor leagues are:

Somerset Pedestrian Combat #2 League - Lattes Raiders
Northern Summer League - 5ive Crew
Northern Semi-Pro Combat League - Joels Bastards
Somerset Deathrace League - Evan Courier Service



Going Camping

Another fine submission from Bytten

After driving for five hours, James Reese was beginning to wonder whether theyd been taken for a ride. The map hed been provided had suggested it was around here somewhere, but only desert sands stretched as far as the eye could see. Then, as the Phoenix crested the next sand dune, he saw it the camp. Nestled between packed earth embankments, hidden from casual sight, it was an oasis of civilisation. He gunned the accelerator and headed down the slope.

He arrived to a welcoming committee of two heavily-armed Apaches and a scattering of sentries with rifles. He slowly got out of the car, making sure the front mounted machine guns were not pointing anywhere threatening, and walked to the gates with hands raised. He had left his own rifle in the car he had no hope of it doing anything but getting him killed.

State your business, stranger.

Jimmy sent me, replied James. I have his letter of recommendation in my pocket, if youll let me.

The other man nodded. Slowly, he said. Hands where I can see em.

James kept his right hand raised, carefully lowering his left to his pocket and pulling out the paperwork hed been given back in Dexters. Several trigger fingers tightened on rifles but soon relaxed again. James held them out to the other man, who carefully took them and unfolded them - paper was valuable these days, and no-one liked to see it mistreated. The mans lips moved as he scanned the paperwork. Once he stopped, he signalled to the others.

James breathed out at last as the rifles were lowered.

Okay, said the man, handing back the papers. You can go in.

James got back into the Phoenix as the gates were pulled open, and slowly drove inside. The gates were dragged shut behind him with a dull thud.

--

Hello! said a cheery voice.

After his greeting at the gate, James was surprised by what felt an incredibly warm one. He turned in his seat to see a short, slightly chubby man in his late twenties.

Im Mike, continued the man. Welcome to The Farms. Sorry about them out there, but not all the visitors we receive are friendly.

Dont mention it, replied James. Is Jimmy here?

Mike grinned. Naah, he said. Jimmys a busy man he runs a number of camps and does more besides. We see him now and again, but mostly he leaves me to run the place. Here, let me show you around.

Okay. Jimmy got out of the Phoenix and, after some uncertainty, once more left the rifle in the car. He wouldnt be needing it here.

--

Heres the tavern, began Mike, pointing out a squat shack with roughly hewn brickwork and a corrugated steel roof that was already showing severe rust. Most of the guys check in here at least daily, if only for food and drink. Its also where well leave any messages for ya. Aint a patch on Dexters, but it does the job.

How much is the food here? asked James, mindful of his limited cash.

Oh, your food and water here is free sort of. We all work together here you and your gang pay your way with supplies and hard graft. Keep the camp running smoothly, and your guys can eat all they need. If you want to ship out food for sale, thats different Jimmy charges a small fee for trade goods.

James nodded. Sounds fair. I saw the fields on the way in what are you growing?

Pumpkins. Seeing the look on the new arrivals face, Mike grinned again. You havent tried these ones, my friend. My wife cooks a mean pumpkin pie. Well have you converted before the end of the day! Now, on with the tour. Over there we have the dormitories you neednt worry about them, theyre for the camps regular workforce, the guys tending the fields and the water plant. Many of the visitors dont leave the tavern all that much.

James looked over at a larger and even rustier shack, and decided hed probably prefer it to sleeping in the car. But not by much. Given the rosy glow about Mikes face, he suspected he spent a lot of time in the tavern himself.

And here are the mech shops. Well be glad for any mechs you can spare the more the merrier, as it were, though we are limited in terms of space for them. Well employ the best we can get. If youve got anything that needs fixing, well do what we can for you, but there are only so many hours in the day.

Do you keep track of mech time?

Not usually. First come, first served is the normal rule, but try to remember there are other guys wanting things fixed including Jimmy so if you take up the entire day, there may be grumbles. Let us know if you need the work badly and well normally try to sort something out.

James nodded. Anything else?

Thats about it, replied Mike. So, what do you think?

I think were going to like it here.



T`was the night before Christmas

Submitted by Arganosh

Twas the night before Christmas and throughout Somerset,
the races were starting with people placing their bets.
The crew chiefs went over the cars with great care,
looking for damage that might need repair.

The crowd started filling up the spectator stands,
with moonshine and beer cups filling their hands.
With big wide grins plastered on their faces,
the crowd started chanting for the start to the races.

When out on the track their rose such a ruckus,
we thought the damned pirates had shown up to f@@k us.
Weapons were drawn and rounds they were chambered,
when a new voice then loudly disclaimerd.

Whoah there my friends dont shoot without cause,
Its an unscheduled visit from dear Santa Claus.
His landing was rough but thats not what mattered,
the sleigh he was driving it was damaged and shattered.

Santa jumped out and tripped on a tire,
Parts of his beard had just been on fire.
The crew chiefs they muttered and gathered their tools
They would fix all this damage or look just like fools.

Santa calmed down after being handed a drink,
He gave the drink giver a sly little wink.
Then he lifted the cup and took a great swallow,
There were giggles and grins at the choking that followed.

Santa caught his breath and said with a grin,
Man that stuffs good so hit me again.
The cup was refilled and Santa then chugged,
He didnt choke then but man his eyes bugged.

He turned to his sleigh and said with a sigh,
Damn those evil pirates I wish they would die.
He moved in closer to see what the crew chiefs had done,
They had patched up his sleigh and mounted some guns.

His reindeer were covered in thin sheets of plate,
Now they were protected he thought this was great.
He reached in his ride and pulled out his toy sack,
It was dirty and smoldered and in places burned black.

Santa turned to the people that had started to crowd,
send your kids to me he said clear and loud.
The kids they lined up and stood in sheer joy,
For Santa had brought them each a great toy.

There were popguns and tool sets and dollies that smiled,
Hed brought something for each little dear child.
The presents were received with much great delight
The glow from their smiles did light up the night.

After the kids gifts were given he turned to the adults,
And they were given gifts with the same happy results.
The bag was still full when Santa turned away
He explained to the crowd that he was not finished this day.

He had places to visit and he now stood a chance,
To get by the pirates and visit the mutants.
Some people they grumbled and cursed about that,
Santa turned and looked saddened as he took off his hat.

But mutants are people he kindly explained,
It wasnt their fault that they had been changed.
By the same cursed problems they all had to endure,
Was it their fault that there was no cure.

Each child is precious Santa said as he stood,
And each child should be given a chance to be good.
For its all of our children that will inherit tomorrow,
It is them that will love, laugh and often feel sorrow.

So off I will go and return here next year,
And meet all the children that we hold dear.
So my dear people have your race and car fight
And to all of our children Merry Christmas and Goodnight.

Current DW Gazette Editors: Sam, Hati, Racing Robbie, Bastille, Rezeak, SmokeyKilla, X_Man.