Have you ever felt like just packing it all in and leaving? To hell with it; see you later alligator, I'm out of here. That's what Harry Flynn felt like; except Harry decided to blow up his politician boss and rob a couple of banks before he left. In Harry's world being a loser was an honourable profession. Hampered by ragtag bands of feral outlaws and the motley remains of the army he ventures north into the desert seeking some kind of redemption. In a world where the government is both morally and financially bankrupt, where society is on the point of anarchy and where mining barons rule supreme Harry's chances are limited. Or are they? Tired of voyaging, Ulysses put an oar over his shoulder and walked inland until he found people who didn't know what he was carrying. For Harry the thing on his shoulder was a great big chip and he didn't give a damn whether people recognised it or not.