Culture War Van

### Tactical Analysis

* **No brakes on the war van:** Many of Revolver Nation's own armored vans before Tim's minions hijacked them, **Culture War Vans** make up the premier units of Bloodied Hands militants. Outfitted by a rooftop gun (a sniper rifle affixed to a stand, also the Firebrand's), this soldier slayer is perhaps one of the only truly lethal units in the Network arsenal.

* **Rhode Island roulette:** At Tim's orders, large grinders were outfitted in front of these vans to 'further the dismemberment of our diseased world', or so he says. Provided that they drive near tanks or structures, those who end up caught are slowly shredded (fleshy soldiers taste a quicker death), saving none for the scrap heap.

* **All sorts of surprises:** Even more, the open-topped windows of the vans allow six soldiers to go inside and fire out at advancing enemies. Furthermore, they enjoy an increased line of sight.

* **And then a skeleton popped out:** Despite being encrusted with armor, RPGs and the like are capable of tearing through layers and layers of their defenses until the vans finally give out and explode.

### Background

***"CAP THE REDS***

***CULTURE WAR NOW"***

- Graffiti outside "Mosley's Metatarsal", a Culture War Van owned by Tim's separatists.
Tim, or "His Superiority, Supreme Commander Field Marshal Generalissimus Timothy Coughlin Ashby, Ph. D, Defender of the Faith and Conqueror of Earth and America in Particular" as his nickname/official title, perhaps had normalcy thrust upon him from the very beginning, contrary to the embellished persona he has created for himself. Tim was not having his completely average life, however, considering that it is rumored that he castrated and disemboweled one of his school bullies at the age of 14. He then, apparently proceeded to the bully's home and murdered his entire family, his rampage ending by taking his baby brother and feeding it to the family pitbull.

Of course, it could have been completely made up by his growing number of enemies inside the Network (Tim claims it's a 'quarter-lie'), and they have a good reason to. Professing himself as an "ultra-anarchist", Tim has been vocal in wishing for a global revolution where all leaders are either impaled from spikes or shot by firing squads; Third Eye not exempted. In order to achieve this end, he and his detachment roamed around North America, going beyond the scope of his orders to include civilian officials in their kill counts. This controversial declaration, followed by his later actions, had him kicked out from Revolver Nation by his once-closest friend, the Firebrand, who then pledged to kill him by any firearms necessary. Tim's excommunication has perhaps made him even more erratic and unstable, and after reading enough Proudhon and Jünger, immediately got back to work.

To ask Tim about this, he woke up outside a brothel from a town he writes as "Pṕúôŗťḧhǫrœśczß", his body scarred with multiple bone tattoos. Filled with a consuming drive to exact his revenge on the world around him, he rounded up his most loyal soldiers in a plan to bolster their own for the upcoming 'culture war'.

The Revolver Nation's militia prides itself for its wide array of armored vans, utilized in various roles from transport of materiel to acting as pseudo-APCs during battles. As most of these are inside garages of Revolver-friendly individuals or bigger clubhouses, Tim has ordered their 'expropriation', most thefts occurring by just getting inside those vehicles and speeding away before the clubbies knew who the culprits were. He even wrote disparaging letters to the Overlord with Conrad's signature, stoking his enmity against his former comrade and spreading rumors among the Conduit about the Firebrand's defection to the Allied Nations. To add insult to the Revolver Nation's gashes, he leaked false documents about Bobby Fuller's abduction in Ar Ruqi, Saudi Arabia by the GLA, prompting one of the Firebrand's most ill-conceived missions - Operation: Fullerocalypse; sending Eric, his right-hand man, and his finest soldiers to rescue a musician who's been dead a year already. With the Firebrand fleeing to take refuge in the Truth Bastion, Tim has his minions guard the decrepit mental asylum, even borrowing a few Aletheia's Hammers to repeatedly pound through the surprisingly-resilient ceiling of the room he's staying in.

With all threats to his rule neutralized or kept away, Tim began to re-design the procured vans into that cavalry that he says will bring about the "great slaughter of the world's declining institutions". This was *not* taken well by many elements of both the Continentals and the Network, although the equally-controversial militia known as the "Bloodied Hands" were more than happy to proclaim their allegiance. Wherever they fought, piles of severed limbs, ripped-apart viscera and lakes of blood were often the aftermath as both roof guns and front grinders mince through entire detachments, the "skulls" grinning all the way through.

Any club leader with a slightly less-tenuous sense of morality might find Tim's commanding style repulsive, but those who object because of personal disagreements are roughed up quite often, and the rest just ignored. But for clubhouses really desperate for a slight edge in fights against TPTB, they often have a note where the phone number for "Skulls n' Carpals Solutions" is written. From there, the culture war vans arrive at the scene, assist the clubbies as they take ride in them, shooting back at the enemy while the grinder razors literally mop up the rest of the scum. When their service and thirst for battle are fulfilled, however, they are often requested by the same club staff to wait an extraordinarily long time before contacted again (if to ensure that would help clubbers keep their meals in their stomach), with a few "citizens' arrests" made against Skull-aligned Revolver Nation members by their own colleagues still loyal to the Firebrand.

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