Twelve Graves was born from the cataclysm that turned the world to ash. When the old cities crumbled, desperate survivors flooded into Nuketown, a scorched refuge where food was scarce and trade was cutthroat. Yet, even in the wasteland, people craved something beyond mere survival—they hungered for risk, escape, and the thrill of fortune. Then came the legend of Gravedigger, a shadowy figure who arrived at Nuketown’s gates carrying a pair of dice carved from scrap bone. Whispers spread that he had taken twelve souls, gamblers who had wagered more than they could afford to lose—their very lives. With him, he brought a game—one that demanded both cunning and reckless abandon. The goal was simple: roll every number from 1 to 12 without busting, but the cost of failure was steep.  Your life...

The game spread like wildfire, taking its name from the twelve lost souls and the risk of joining them in an unmarked grave. Twelve Graves became Nuketown’s currency of survival, where players wagered their last bullets, their meager rations, even their lives, just for a shot at a better tomorrow. Every smoky tavern, every bloodstained den, every rusted-out back alley had a table where the dice rattled like bones in a coffin. Some walked away richer—most didn’t walk away at all. And somewhere in the shadows, Gravedigger waits, a silent dealer of fate, ensuring that in a land ruled by decay, even hope comes at a dreadful price.