From publisher blurb: Take Back the Wasteland Three weeks now, and people are still gabbing about what went down in Covenant Square. A terrorist attack should be cause for conversation, but ’Bridgers have memories as long as Kielbasa Karl’s d@#$ (it’s an ironical name). Food poisoning kills ten people? Folks go back for breakfast the next day. The Murder Hobos put on a show so loud that finding a piece of unbroken glass in the Yellow is a feat, like Power Attack or Cleave. But Covenant Square? That was a big deal. You still see ribbons tied around folks’ arms—different colors, but who cares? The ribbons show support for the people who died in the Square, and locals have all set aside their beefs in a rare act of community. You see, when someone decides to f@#$ with Scrapbridge, that someone ain’t going to be around much longer. Someone blew up Covenant Square. You’d have to be a real piece of s@#$ to forget that. When did this all go down? Schwalb, you squirted out Scrapbridge like a $10 corndog gone bad at Coachella, and you didn’t say nothing about no terror bombing. Well, gentle reader, you’re correct. I didn’t say anything because it hadn’t happened yet. But it’s happening now, you see, in this here mission that you’ve bought for a song. You wanna know what happens? Well, read on porkchop. The defecation’s about to hit the oscillation.