Ignite your lair with the Ketamine Crusader in crimson fury – white-haired phantom under a bone-white grin, fur-fringed jacket spiked like a boss's betrayal, blue-gloved grip on a double-barrel doom-bringer as smoke swirls from the barrel like vape-fog vendettas. He's perched predator-style on a rusted rig's roof, lording over a blue-skinned berserker brigade – azure outlaws in bandanas and bandoliers, manning monstrous trucks with fang-fanged bumpers, flame-licked fenders, and exhaust plumes choking the canyon sky. Dust devils dance in the ochre haze, crimson cliffs claw the horizon under bruised purple clouds, and the whole armada accelerates into anarchy – because in Bongwater's badlands, the only law is lead, and the only loot is legacy.