Roughriders and cowboys eke out a living on the plains while a apocolyptic storm encroaches.
| Played | 1246 times |
| Cloned | 58 times |
| Created | 178 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Wasteland |
| Coordinates | (0, 0) to (6750, 10000) |
The Wasteland is a desolate and foreboding landscape, perpetually cloaked in darkness and suffering from the relentless assault of a swirling storm overhead. Red lightning arcs menacingly through the sky, illuminating the rocky terrain and leaving deep scars across the barren earth. Massive buttes rise like ancient monuments from the waste, casting long, eerie shadows that dance unnaturally under the flickering light. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread, and whispers of lost souls echo faintly, urging travelers to turn back. Promises of secrets of the past hidden deep with the landscape are too far out of reach.
A vast wasteland of shadow under a roiling dark storm, with jagged buttes piercing the horizon and red lightning striking the ground, revealing the stark, unforgiving landscape.