Eureka Miniatures: Emerging from the heat shimmer, they come in a roar of sound and fury, the nomad brigands and road pilots. Chrome, dust, and rust in your rearview mirror are the first harbingers of impending doom. Then the incessant chatter of twin Vickers fills your ears and your auto begins to disintegrate around you. It's the 'Dirty Thirties' and you're having a very bad day... Pray Maximillion is out here somewhere.
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