Tear through the Trash Dunes on a stolen rocket, evading misshapen mutants, giant sentient maggots, and pistol poppin' pigeons. Build up your ship piece by piece with whatever you find in the dungeons below. Mutate your DNA to gain abilities and try to survive the frenzied onslaught. You won't.
The Pitchfork, a weapon of mass destruction smelted by the god of garbage with the purpose of quickly clearing enemies while debugging. And mass destruction it did.
Found its way into mortal talons. Cue Second Armageddon.