Rustworld: Gristweed

Years ago, Gristweed was sent to Rustworld to exploit the planet on behalf of the Corrosian Mob. Unfortunately, he never got round to handing over their cut.

Now the Corrosians are sending the Crusher to collect their money.

Gristweed needs 2 million bobs by Friday - or he’s dead meat. And he doesn’t want Billy Scruggs messing up his plans.

Mass produced in the sulfurous hell of Gristweed’s Glube-Plant, deep inside Gristocorp, Glube costs nothing to make, and Gristweed expects to make a fortune selling it to the Rusties.

The only obstacle is Lube, the Rusties’ favourite drink. It’s totally natural and tastes infinitely better than Glube.

Gristweed has solved the problem by outlawing Lube. His ‘One Strike’ law has scared most Rusties into drinking Glube instead.

Little do the Rusties know, that Glube is radio-active. Glube’ll kill you - but as Gristweed points out, “So will crossing the road - especially if I have anything to do with it.”

Gristweed’s henchman. Totally loyal - in the usual unthinking kind of way.

His instructions are to destroy Billy Scruggs - or be drownsized in a vat of Glube.

Hurt, like most primitive coal-fired Rusties, is prone to outbursts of senseless violence.

Dumb as dirt - and then some. Stoopig makes an ideal pet for an evil-tempered, egomaniac like Gristweed.

Stoopig takes a kickin’ - and keeps on lickin’.

In their heavily armed satelloids, the Charred-Guards enforce Gristweed’s crackdown on trouble makers like Billy Scruggs.

Each Guard is a survivor of a drownsizing at the Glube-Plant, and in no hurry to repeat that particular experience.