Editing Crab Truckers (section)

== OK, Here's the fuckin' deal ==

Big Mutherfukin' Crab Truckers is a role-playing game about big motherfucking crabs. Or crab-people. Some shit like that. Anyway, they're real fuckin' big. We're talking as big as a big mutherfuckin' trucker, maybe 300 lbs, but square, with beady fuckin' eyes, 8 legs and a pair of pincers as heavy as a bag of fuckin' plutonium clawhammmers. Yeah, that fuckin' big.

And they truck.  Yeah, they drive shit across the desert to please their '''Mutherfuckin' Crab Goddess'''. And they truck in heavy, chromed trucks with lots of fuckin' wheels, rasping engines and big ol' cabs. The sorts of cabs that could fit a 300 lbs, square, heavy set, big mutherfuckin' crab in it. And they are the shit.

So, why do they do it?  It's in their fuckin' nature.  When you're a big fuckin' crab, drivin' a truck all day, you get a lot of time to turn things over in your mind.  And listen to religious radio too.  And it gets you thinkin' about where you fit in on the great wheel of life.  And then you get religion. And to a big mutherfuckin' crab, religion don't get much higher than the Mutherfuckin' Crab Goddess who resides on that wonderously beautiful and most sacred place: Crab Mountain.  And what she says, goes.  Word.

And if that's 3000 wedding dresses to a city you ain't never heard of, by tomorrow night?  Then that's what it fuckin' is.  And you will truck it there, and you will like it, and you will pull an all-day and all-night ride to fuckin' do it.  You will fight off the rabid fuckin' cut-throats, thieves, cops and all-other-manner-of-dipshit crazies that line the road.  Because those wedding dresses, or whatever the fuck it is that the Crab Goddess said had to get there, got to get there.  It's their destiny.  And you're a big mutherfuckin' destiny maker, wrapped up in the body of a 300 lbs mutherfuckin' crab.