When the last nuke bloomed in the clouds, we all thought the sun had exploded. Now? The sun's just the one who outlived us all—and we're her bastard children she left to rot.
Salvage the whole wastland to forge your mobile fortress.
Upgrade your arsenal from 9mm pistols to railguns using scavenged parts.
Clash in 30v30 clan wars amid dynamic sandstorms.
Conquer the scattered drifters and expand your clan.
The victor drinks radioactive whiskey atop a throne of bones.
Download Now to claim the "Mad Dog Miller" exclusive vehicle skin. Remember: In the wasteland, latecomers' tombstones are carved from their own skulls.