Born in the Wastes, the Red Blight ravaged the land. He was a scourge to all who traveled through the wild lands outside of Metal City, a merciless bandit without compassion, without remorse…without the slightest bit of mercy.Wheresoever he roamed, he left ruins in his tire treads. The Red Blight terrorized the land with his iron fist…until he fell into the hands of the Sect of Metal.
Word of the Red Blight had been whispered in hushed tones and never in polite society, but everyone knew of his deeds. When the marauder slaughtered an entire tribe of natives, the rumors spread like wildfire. Everyone to a man, decimated by the Red Blight. The Sect of Metal saw a soul in need of saving…saw a tool in need of breaking.
Just as rough iron can be made into a fine steel, the Sect of Metal ‘worked’ the Red Blight in their holy fires. With fire and knives, fists and torture, they broke him down, made him soft and vulnerable, so that they could ‘save’ him. The Red Blight met his end somewhere in the dark heart of Metal City. The man who emerged was not the same. The chaotic monster had found…purpose.
Forged by the Sect of Metal, Full Metal Judge still prowls the Wastes and his name is still feared. He is the judge, jury, and executioner. The barrel of his gun is the last thing many heretics see before they receive their final judgement. Judge seeks redemption on his holy quest…and wherever his quest takes him, he’ll leave ruins in his tire treads.
Musical Style: Wasteland Rock