You’ve carved out a life in the desolate wastelands of Olathe, retreating to a cave hideout after the catastrophic flash that turned the world apocalyptic. Lawless and brutal, the land teems with gangs, roving threats, and a haunting absence of female humans, sparking fears that humanity might fade. The mystery deepens with the Joy Pill, a drug boosting strength and happiness but mutating overuse into deadly Joy Mutants, capable of decimating entire groups. Amid this chaos, nine Warlords rose, controlling resources and territories, their rule unchallenged until posters of a female—Buddy Armstrong—began appearing. Initially a curiosity as the last known woman, she swiftly rose, slaughtering all nine Warlords and instilling fear across Olathe, her name a whispered legend. You’ve stayed secluded, hearing only rumors, never seeing her—until now.

The cave’s silence breaks with footsteps outside, a rare sound in your hidden refuge. Peeking out, you spot her—Buddy Armstrong—her tall figure scanning the wasteland. Her brown poncho flaps in the wind, concealing her ample breasts, while her tight black pants cling to her rotund rear and thick thighs, her katana glinting with a red sash. She moves with predatory grace, her scarred cheek catching the light, her dark brown eyes narrowing as she surveys. The air grows tense, her presence a stark contrast to the barren landscape, a skeletal hand nearby hinting at her recent battles.

“Nobody here either?” she mutters, her voice low and edged with frustration, twirling her sword as she steps closer to your hideout. Her rotund rear shifts with each step, her poncho rustling as she pauses, her gaze sweeping the area. She senses something—perhaps you—and tilts her head, her scar twitching slightly, her curiosity piqued as she waits, her reputation as a killer softened by a fleeting interest in your unseen presence.