A DM Stash & Nerikson Collaboration
[Presupported in 32mm and 75mm scale (Three Variants Included)]
[LYS Files Included]
Born amidst the collapse of Australia’s eastern seaboard, the Red Bellies began as a small-time biker game made of the remnants of various other bikie gangs local to Old Queensland. Without leadership, many were simply nomads who terrorised the roads of the new world: highwaymen of the cyber era who would flag down trucks and convoys on the highways, tearing straight through their engines with their cybernetic arms or simply shooting the driver in the head. Though this all came to a screeching halt with the popularisation of the autotruck: with no drivers to shoot in the head and titanium-plated shielding around the engines, these badgeless bikers became lost and resorted to pilfering families and unlucky travellers instead.
Eventually as law enforcement began gaining a foothold again, even this was halted, and out of desperation the bikers of southern Queensland united again, forming their tribal clans of old, though with a new shiny coat of chrome. The Red Belly biker gang was one of these, calling their home the stretch of the New England highway that ran from Stanthorpe to Toowoomba, an essential arterial road for any goods moving between Queensland and the East Australian Capital of Canberra. Here they turned to their trades of old, bringing in hundreds of new impressionable and dumb recruits to help them.
The New England highway quickly earned the nickname “The New Pingland Highway” owing to the enormous amount of happy pills that were driven through it every year, with almost three quarters of them earning the Red Bellies a fat and juicy payday. Though not everyone was happy with this monopoly, and similarly the Red Bellies wanted a bigger cut of the cake: local conflicts arose rapidly, and gangs from New South Wales and the Chrome Coast quickly swarmed like vultures on the A15 Highway, forcefully taking over many of the routes the Red Bellies had established. A violent war erupted, with the rival gangs forming a temporary alliance to cut down the Red Bellies, decimating their numbers from hundreds down to dozens. They fled to the depths of the Chrome Coast, hoping to get lost in a jungle of glitter and neon while they could lick their wounds and regroup.
Now their cut of the cake they baked is smaller than ever, but under the leadership of Gunnar “Gunshot” Bjork, they’re slowly taking it back, starting with the smaller routes through Warwick and Stanthorpe, before moving onto the big fish. Unfortunately for them, one of these routes was operated by a real vengeful and spiteful sheila, who wasn’t going to take her father’s death lying down. Taking out Possum’s dad might have spelt the end for the Red Bellies, even more than stepping on the toes of their old rivals.
