War. War stays the same.
Since the dawn of yordle kind, when the ancient ones first discovered the killing power of blowguns and boomerangs, blood has been spilled in the name of everyone thinking they can take out the little guys.
When the decision to scorch the earth was made, yordles knew they’d need safe havens. Armed with the knowledge and new, toxic weaponry of their greatest inventor, they dug in and did what a cruel world forced them to do.
In the early days of the Yordlepocalypse, they took refuge in enormous (for them) underground shelters, and when they emerged, only desolation greeted them—all except the revered inventor who locked himself away from the society he saved. Rumors swirled that his bunker would never reopen, until one day, it did.
Explore what remains as Hazmat Heimerdinger, available now for 975 RP.