The end of time happened years ago, some say fifty years, some say less; in this wastedland, time, facts, and stability are all subjective. What is true is the gates of Uranium Springs swing wide open to welcome home the survivors from their many months away.
The thumping from the Cagez, the laughs from the Wreck Room, the drinks from the Rusty Stinger flow as the Mad Cap Casino works to part a scavenger from their caps. That is just what happens downtown! Camps host post-apocalyptic parties, games, and feasts; Death Rally races kick up crackling dust; a live fire shooting range takes experienced and novice shooters through a well-managed shooting adventure. The list goes on for a one of a kind post-apocalyptic experience.
