Survival in New Vance

The Scorch Pit, a gaping wound in the earth's crust, radiates a heat that warps vision and scorches lungs. Jagged, blackened rock formations rise like skeletal fingers, testament to the infernos that rage within. The air shimmers with heat haze, the acrid stench of burning scrap and volatile chemicals clinging to every surface. Flickering neon signs, salvaged from the city’s corpse, illuminate ramshackle workshops and weapon testing zones. The constant roar of makeshift flamethrowers and the concussive blasts of experimental explosives echo through the pit, a symphony of destruction. Raiders, their faces masked against the heat, move with a frenetic energy, forging and testing their incendiary arsenal. This is a crucible of violence, a place where the raw power of fire is both weapon and art. The Perimeter Watch knows this pit is a volatile place, and only send in small scouting drones when they can spare them, the risk to human life is too great.

The landscape is marred by charred earth and twisted metal remnants of past battles, with makeshift tents and weapon racks scattered throughout. Flames flicker from various forges, casting an eerie glow amidst the thick smoke.