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With a fruity cocktail still in hand and nothing but rage in his heart, the Dude must now punch, piss, and blast his way through a sunbaked swarm of brainwashed fanatics under the heat of a regular manhunt to get his guns back. He’s been stripped of his beloved boomsticks, sure - but don’t worry. The POSTAL Dude’s never unarmed. Just more improvisational. And this time he’s motivated as ever.
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