There is always a massive pileup at the starting line, ALWAYS. This is a feature, not a bug, as it helps get players into the correct mindset for the game.
The only 'Official' thing in Gaslands is the rulebook.
Last but not least, the kitbashing for the Guns that could happen :)
Is it possible for different factions to start from other sides of the map?
I mean, take a close look at the white pickup I posted. (The Mini is another good place to look, but the gun's on the other side so harder to see details.)
“Midnight Tempest”The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the desolate highway. The asphalt was cracked and overgrown with weeds, and the skeletal remains of abandoned cars lay scattered like forgotten relics. The air smelled of decay and rust.A lone ambulance sped down the road, its siren wailing mournfully. Its green emergency lights flickered, illuminating the twisted metal and shattered glass. The ambulance seemed out of place in this ruined future—a relic from a time when help arrived swiftly.But this was no ordinary ambulance. Its windows were darkened, hiding whatever lay inside. The driver’s seat was empty, and instead, a ghostly figure clad in tattered paramedic seemed to float within the cab of the vehicle.Behind the ambulance, a procession of ghostly motorcycles followed. Their skeletal riders wore leather jackets adorned with faded patches. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and their bony fingers gripped the handlebars tightly. They rode in perfect formation, their wheels leaving no tracks on the cracked pavement.Above them, the storm raged. Lightning split the sky, illuminating the twisted landscape. Thunder echoed through the air, drowning out the mournful wail of the ambulance. Rain poured down in torrents, washing away the remnants of civilization.As they rode, the wind carried whispers—the stories of those who had met their end on this forsaken highway. Some said the ambulance was a harbinger of death, collecting lost souls. Others believed the skeletal riders were guardians, guiding the departed to the afterlife.And so, under the moon’s watchful gaze and the tempest’s fury, the midnight ride continued—a spectral procession weaving through the wreckage of a world long gone.
