New Vance City

Tucked deep inside the hazardous maze of the Toxic Digs, the Explosives Workshop is the grim heart of the Raiders’ crude war machine. This hidden forge is shielded by thick scrap-metal plating, scavenged from the city’s wreckage, fortified with layers of rust and reinforced with welded beams. Raiders here concoct volatile explosives from scavenged chemicals—corrosive acids, leftover industrial solvents, and repurposed propellants. The air is thick with the acrid bite of burning plastic fumes and the sharp sting of chemical vapors. This place hums with the unsettling rhythm of jury-rigged machinery: clanking presses, sputtering blowtorches, and the hiss of pneumatic pumps. Every surface is littered with volatile powders, fractured glassware, and makeshift detonators wired in chaotic tangles. Paranoia runs high here—one wrong spark could rip the entire workshop to shreds. Heavily guarded by trigger-happy Raiders armed with scavenged firearms and sharpened scrap.

The Explosives Workshop is a claustrophobic, flickering hellscape of salvaged steel and broken concrete. Its walls are constructed from layered scrap panels, haphazardly welded over corroded piping and festooned with frayed wiring that crackles with erratic sparks. Dim, flickering neon tubes and battered propane lamps cast sickly green and yellow glows, illuminating tables cluttered with cracked beakers, stained funnels, and bubbling chemical vats. Shelves sag under the weight of rusted cans and dusty jars, their contents labeled in hastily scrawled, faded graffiti—“Acid,” “Fuel,” “Shrapnel.” The air is heavy with choking chemical fumes, sharp and metallic, stinging any exposed skin or unprotected lungs. Scattered across the floor are fragments of glass, twisted wire, and charred scraps from previous explosions. A low mechanical thrum pulses through the space from jury-rigged mixers and ramshackle presses that clank and groan under constant use.