Wasteland Kunts

THE WORLD ENDED. THE CARNIVAL DIDN’T.

Of fucking course it didn’t.

Out past the last decent road, beyond whatever is left of civilization, the lights of the Kunt Carnival are still burning.

And the Wasteland Kunts are headed straight for it.

A convoy of punk road warriors tears across the dirt on battered motorcycles and armored rigs while the Big Top glows in the distance—surrounded by skeletal rides, poisoned skies, blazing carnival lights, and the kind of scenery that should make any reasonable person turn the fuck around.

Fortunately, there don’t appear to be any reasonable people here.

This is the KLF carnival after the world has gone completely to hell: dirty chrome, ripped leather, skulls, spikes, punk skeletons, radioactive color, and a carnival somehow still advertising The Greatest Shitshow on Earth while everything around it burns.

Maybe they're escaping the wasteland.

Maybe they're headed to the party.

Maybe somebody heard there was still beer under the Big Top.

Doesn't fucking matter.

The lights are on. The engines are running. Follow the Kunts.

EU representative: HONSON VENTURES LIMITED, gpsr@honsonventures.com, 3, Gnaftis House flat 102, Limassol, Mesa Geitonia, 4003, CY

Product information: Gildan 64000, 2 year warranty in EU and Northern Ireland as per Directive 1999/44/EC

Warnings, Hazard: For adults, Made in Bangladesh

Care instructions: Machine wash: cold (max 30C or 90F), with similar colors , Do not bleach, Tumble dry: low heat, Iron, steam or dry: low heat, Do not dryclean