The boys in Pilot’s Coliseum have been killing each other for the better part of two years. Nuclear apocalypse destroyed everything, so now it’s the only way to get by. Pilot has the resources. He has the food, the water, the protection. He has the city, eating out of the palm of his hand. He has the way.
And his boys--Pilot’s boys, Pilot’s handcrafted monsters--have the will.