Survival in New Vance

The Skullcrack Hold, a jagged monument to savage dominance, claws at the smog-choked sky, a crown of rust and reinforced ferrocrete. It's the raiders' epicenter, a fortress born from a skeletal skyscraper, its once-gleaming facade now a patchwork of scavenged metal and flickering neon. Within its walls, a cacophony of roaring engines and grating metal echoes, the soundtrack to brutal efficiency. This is no mere camp; it's a war machine, a nexus of power where raids are planned, weapons are forged, and the weak are culled. The air hums with the threat of violence, a tangible tension that permeates every corroded level. Perimeter Watch patrols skirt its perimeter, their scanners painting grim data, wary of the heavily armed forces that call this place home. It stands as a symbol of the Outskirts' untamed chaos, a constant, gnawing threat to New Vance City's fragile existence.

The camp is surrounded by towering walls of rusted metal and barbed wire, with makeshift watchtowers manned by vigilant raiders. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of sweat and fear, illuminated by flickering neon lights that cast eerie shadows over the grim surroundings.