The Chrome lords

✨ Faction Backstory: The Chrome lords)

From the journals of Little Copper Nick 
Gather 'round, little wasteland wanderers, and let ol' Cooper Nick spin you a yarn about the Chrome Lords! Now, when the world went "BOOM!" and the fires of the Burn scorched everything, most folks were scramblin' for a tin can to hide in. But not these fancy pants! Nah, they had themselves these super-duper, shiny eco-domes, like giant bubble-gums made of glass and steel, filled with all their rich-folk toys and air that smelled like... well, not dust, that's for sure!
These were the grand-daddies and grand-mommies of the moguls, the big talkers on the 'net, the folks who owned all the robot factories. They traded their manners for maintenance bots and sipped on luxury air, just keepin' their fancy hides safe while the rest of us learned how to wrestle rad-scorpions.
Now, inside those shiny bubbles, chrome wasn't just a colour for their hot rods. Oh no! It was like their holy book, their shiny gospel! Every mirror, every polished surface just screamed, "Look at me! I'm better than you!" And you know what? Over time, that shine just seeped right into their brains. Their buggies, their blasters, even the little glowy bits they stuck under their skin – gotta be polished every single day! A Chrome Lord's worth? It ain't about guts or smarts, it's about how much you gleam! They take all that old tech and soup it up, not just to work, but to look good doing it. Faster ain't just faster, it's about making a shiny blur!
And now, they come screamin' out of those domes in their big, roaring racing convoys! Part of it's just showing off, like a peacock with a rocket engine. Part of it's to grab all the good junk left out here in the dust. But mostly, mostly, they want everyone to look at them and say, "Ooh, aren't they just the shiniest thing you ever did see?" They want the glory, the loot, and most of all, they want you to admire them. Just don't get any of your dirt on their precious chrome, or you'll be in for a heap of trouble, little buckaroo!

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