I can't take it anymore. I keep seeing the familia dying before my eyes. The blood spilled on the sand, just for a handful of damn pills, keeping us alive only for one more day. An endless cycle... This is not life, chicos. There has to be a way out of it. To no longer be dependent on the drug, to not be at the mercy of the Corp. Maybe I can find it. No, I have to find it. So that we don't end up like the corpses of perros being eaten by vultures.
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.
