They rode, spread across the barren landscape at intervals of one hundred yards. Great clouds of dust followed their ride, stretching for nearly a mile behind them. Horse, motorcycle, and crude vehicles of endless variety spilled across the desert. Different in looks, but the same in purpose. They carried five hundred soldiers across the wastes to destroy the Machine Fortress.

Each of the warriors who manned the nearly thirty mile line had been chosen for their ferocity and courage. Veteran warriors, mercenaries, professional soldiers, guardsmen, militia, revolutionaries, murderers, gladiators, and endless other names had been given to these men in their lives. But they all shared the same love for battle. They shared the same insanely brave instincts and blood lust. And so, the Filthy Five Hundred were formed by The Mad General in the name of humanity.

The Mad General led them out across the great barren flats to destroy the Machine Fortress, decorating the landscape with blood, soot, bone, and metal.