Prologue
The story takes place a long, long time ago in forgotten age of the world known as the Seventies. It tells the story of the truckers of the barrier states, the legendary land known as the Middle South. At its height, it extended from the Big Easy in the south to Derby City in the north and from Hotlanta in the east to Tulsa Town in the west.
The Middle South is home to several colorful languages. "Trûker" (also known as "Sibi") is spoken by the nomads who carry goods across the roads of this enchanted country. This ancient, beautiful and mysterious tongue is a difficult one to learn and I have attempted to translate the language to the best of my ability. Many words are borrowed from English, but have very different meanings from Standard English, and many phrases used are beyond comprehension except for those most learned in this tongue. I have tried to render the speech as closely as possible.
Another language found in the Middle South is that spoken by the Elvis-folk. The Elvis-folk worshipped Elvis, a singer who was born and raised in the Middle South. The Elvis-folk imitate his singing and his speech, which is nigh on incomprehensible to Yankees. Elvis was the King of Rakinrôl until he died at a tragically young age while sitting on his throne. Legend, however, has it that Elvis had faked his own death and lives on yet.
Prior to the events of the story, many things of great importance took place. Two manufacturers of truck doors, Moore Door and Doggone Door, had a heated rivalry over control over the trucking industry in the Middle South. Sorass, the founder of Moore Door, made the One Rig, which he planned to use to control the entire trucking industry. The One Rig could make you invisible, making it impossible for the "bears" to catch you speeding. Just as it looked like Moore Door would take over, This-ol'-door, the founder of Doggone Door, stole the rig from Moore Door. He drove it until one day he fell into a river and drowned.
The rig sat undisturbed for years, until it was discovered by a creature named Daggum, who kept it and called it his "precious". Many years later, Daggum lost the rig in a poker game to Billy Bo Bigrigs, a trucker who lived in the Shire Mobile Home Park. It is there our story begins…