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The wasteland’s changed, darlin’. New words, new sights, pages updated and stories stirred. Thought you knew it? Look again.
Where ash chokes the wind and steel rusts under acid rains, a bright flash of colour and laughter cuts through the gloom. They call themselves the Glitter Bombers. Born from the scorched remains of cities and the buried dreams of forgotten mothers and daughters, the Glitter Bombers are a feminine-led militant sisterhood, echoing the power and poise of the ancient Amazons. But while the Amazons were warriors forged in isolation, the Glitter Bombers are more of a revolution wrapped in ribbons, dangerous as they are dazzling. To the uninitiated, the Glitter Bombers may seem almost absurd.
Warriors in riotous colours, faces painted with shimmering dust, riding out on rusted war-bikes adorned with wind chimes and bows. But this is no joke. Their aesthetic is no accident it’s disarmament by dissonance. Enemies hesitate at the sight of what looks like pageantry, and that hesitation is the last mistake they’ll ever make. The Glitter Bombers are more than fighters, they’re a found family. Wasteland children of any gender are taken in and given food, shelter, education, and purpose and of those, the girls are allowed to grow up under the Bombers wings and be taught not just how to survive, but how to live proudly, without apology.
While other factions award stripes and medals, the Bombers give bracelets, woven, colourful, sacred. Each one is crafted by hand, a gift of deep meaning. The colours aren’t random: each thread tells a story, a hidden language only Bombers truly understand. Bracelets are not rank so much as they are recognition. Not all who serve earn one. Those who do wear them with pride, for they are proof that they embody the ideals of the Bombers. For outsiders, receiving a bracelet is a rare honour. Yet one bracelet remains a mystery. Amy Geddon’s private, hidden token, rumoured to be wrapped in colours no one has seen, saved for someone long gone… or soon to come.
In the heart of the Glitter Bombers’ home lies the workshop of The Dollmaker, a silent keeper of history. She makes dolls, each one a tribute to a legendary Bomber. Made of wood, wire, and tightly-wrapped thread or fabric, they are built to survive play, to be loved and launched into imaginary battles by children who may one day fight real ones. In campfire circles and under lanternlight, elders pass down tales of the heroines they represent, tales of courage and cleverness. Children who played with the dolls often dream of becoming their heroes. And when those dreams come true, and a new doll is made in their likeness, the cycle continues.
Two dolls made in the likeness of Amy Geddon and her right-hand woman, Brynn
AMY GEDDON
AMY GEDDON
(She/ Her)
Before the world fell apart, Amy had spent her entire life fighting to be taken seriously, to have her strength recognized in a world that dismissed her as weak. When the world ended, she saw it not as a tragedy, but as an opportunity, a chance to reshape society, reclaim power, and forge a new future where women ruled the wasteland.
As civilization crumbled to ash, Amy realized that true strength wasn’t about destruction, it was about creation, community, and protection. However with meteor hammers woven into the braids of her hair, Amy is a blur of movement in battle, using the very fly rope that binds the Bombers together as her instrument of war. To the Glitter Bombers, she is an icon of resilience and defiance. To their enemies, she is a nightmare in pink and purple.
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