My baby. Watching him leave in front of my eyes was heartbreaking. The dryness of the desert is nothing compared to the pain I felt that day. The sand drank away all my tears. There is no escape from this life among nomads. But if only I could still have a chance to make sense of my existence, a legacy. A future for this world that could be better. If only I could hold in my arms something good. It could have been mine. It will become so.

Rebanos (Nomads)

Those are a pack of stray dogs, believe me Choom. They assault and raid corporate convoys by  orders of Ganova and they even have the nerve to say that they are “for libertad” and that ” only El Desierto can command them.” All bullshit. In the end they live by reselling the contents of the trucks they capture, all to take pills to keep them from dying. There’s one thing to be said, though: if you need something, take a look at their merchandise, every once in a while you’ll find something there that even they don’t expect.

Experience: This group has a strong resource management component. It has very close ties within itself, and a xenophobia toward other groups. Their characterization is strongly ethnic, inspired by Hispanic-American culture (Latinx). In addition, this group has a strong philosophical component, almost bordering on the spiritual side. The internal theme deals with terminal health conditions.