Some people are only good for making brawn.
The Scarecrow has already discovered that giant insects will be the least of his problems in the Wasteland. Humans, as it turns out, are much worse. All the nightmares from his past have returned, and a few new ones have been added to the mix. Like an impending war. All the powerful groups are focused on one thing: finding a place that the Scarecrow considered, at best, a fairytale and, at worst, a bad joke. He has no choice but to join the race to conquer the lost Area 52, a legendary storehouse of technology that is the holy grail for every faction in the Wasteland. Many things and many people will stand in his way. Like cybernetic mutants, religious fanatics, oversized reptiles, and a significant amount of enriched uranium. Once again, things are going to get a whole lot worse before they get better. Blood will flow in rivers, and the poor old Grim Reaper will have his work cut out for him.
