The Perimeter Outskirts

The Perimeter Outskirts
Warfront – Faction: @The Perimeter Watch

@The Perimeter Outskirts are not a place you live—they’re a place you endure. Encircling New Vance like a jagged scar, this is the frontline where civilization grinds its teeth against the wild. Shambler hordes crash against the barricades in mindless waves. Raider convoys prowl for weak points, their engines howling in the pre-dawn dark. And between these assaults, the wilderness creeps inward—roots splitting concrete, rust gnawing through steel, wind carrying the scent of dust and decay.

The Perimeter Watch holds this line, a patchwork brotherhood of ex-soldiers, scavvers, and stubborn idealists who abandoned faction politics for the simple, brutal purpose of keeping the city alive. Their fortifications are ugly but effective—walls of crushed vehicles welded into towers, collapsed buildings refitted with firing ports, minefields marked by nothing but a tattered flag and a prayer. Each sunrise brings new breaches, and each breach is sealed with whatever’s on hand—steel plating, sheet metal, barbed wire, or sheer desperation.

Life here is measured in ammunition and trust. Coffee is currency, bullets are lifelines, and favors are repaid in blood. The Watch doesn’t ask why you fight, only that you stand your ground when the walls shudder. They are respected by all factions, feared by none—because they don’t hoard, don’t scheme, and don’t extort. They just hold the line.

And when the Watch falls, it’s not with a cry for help. It’s with the quiet understanding that if the Outskirts break… the rest of New Vance won’t live to see another sunrise.