Custom Aussie Tokens

Even if you find yourself in the mythical pub with no beer, you'll always have access to Australia's favourite spirit. This homegrown spirit from the sugarcanes of northern Queensland is enjoyed coast to coast, even by our favourite invasive species

Should you ever find yourself facing an Eldrazi titan and you need 15 squirrels, we've got you covered. Use that gumleaf, whistle your lungs out and 15 flying squirrels will glide majestically out of the sky and heroically land ready for duty

He may be the merry, merry king of the bush but this Kookaburra is no laughing matter. Equipped with a razor sharp beak and laser beams, our feathery Thopters are ready to dominate your game. Resistance is futile!

Whether it's your Cert IV in cupcake making, your wedding photo or your trusty 'joustin' sticks, in Australia all of life's treasures go "straight into the pool room".

Just like the beloved mullet and flanno combo, Aussie vampires are eternal. You’ll spot them at 3 a.m. in the Maccas carpark belting out some Cold Chisel and doing burnouts in their hotted up Brock edition VL Commodore

Raised on diesel fumes and drifting sand, this boomerang‑born wasteland wildling darts through the red‑sky apocalypse like a jackal pup. Hardened by ruin and hungry for scrap, the Feral Kid prowls the mana‑scarred outback ready to strike

Welcome to the Thunderdome, the land of Holden wrecks and boiling diesels. A strange frontier ruled by an even stranger rabble of mohawked desert folk, leather‑clad scavengers who thrive on fumes, fury and whatever scrap the wasteland forgets to bury

Even in a mad, post-apocalyptic hellscape a true Aussie still gets up to take the faithful dog for a walk. Bonus points for taking out some crazy masked, leather-clad bad guys on the way.

In the outback the nights are warm and the wildlife is friendlier than you’d like — red‑bellies slipping into your sleeping bag for a snuggle, crocs keen for a midnight wrestle, and dingoes eyeing off anything small enough to carry.

Risen from the shoulder of the Hume Highway, where wombats fall too often, this undead burrow‑bruiser drags itself back for payback. A zombie marsupial clawing out of the gravel’s edge, stomping from the headlights’ glare to settle the score.