Enter The Outer
Beneath your feet, the earth is an unforgiving terrain of sharp rocks and jagged peaks. Look around, and the architectural marvels of the Outer Burrow are a testament to the ingenuity of the Apocalypse Rabbits. Shipping containers, their vibrant history bleached by the sun, stacked precariously to shape make-shift bunkers. Old, worn-out tanker trucks transformed into impenetrable fortresses. A display of grim determination and gritty survival instincts, of a society that knows the value of a good defence.
Drill deeper into this dystopia, and the Survival Soldiers surface. Their military gear a statement of preparedness, their weapons an assurance of swift, ruthless action. They patrol their forsaken realm with a purpose that echoes louder than any war cry, on constant alert, ever vigilant.
Venturing further, you learn of the Ghost Rock’s nature – a volatile, potent mineral that fuels the monstrous machines and lethal weapons of the Outer Burrow. Mining it is a dance with death, a venture into treacherous pockets of earth, guarded by nightmarish creatures and hidden perils.
Harvesting Ghost Rock is a daring ballet of technology and bravery, Apocalypse Rabbits drilling into the belly of the earth, heavily-armed convoys offering protection. The harvested mineral is then hoarded in impregnable bunkers and underground safes, away from the mines and covetous eyes.
Despite the ominous silence that smothers the Outer Burrow, it pulsates with a gritty rhythm of life. Survival here isn’t just a battle against the harsh terrains or the desolate silence, but it’s also about navigating the power dynamics of the gangs that rule this apocalyptic landscape.
First, the Doom Squadron, a motley crew of militaristic punk-rock anarchists, dominate the wasteland with their souped-up death machines. Born from the fiery ashes of a world long lost, they’re chaos incarnate – wild, rebellious, untamed. They storm the burrow with a fury that disrupts the eerie silence, leaving a trail of dust and anarchy in their wake. Ghost Rock, to them, is just another chip to be traded in the savage game of survival.
This is not a place for the feeble..it’ll eat you up and spit you out. And if you are not prepared to enter it’s harsh landscape don’t count on the kindness of strangers in this wasteland on the outskirts of the Burrows – the rabbits of The Outer are a breed of their own and they’ll fight to the death for the ground they claim as theirs…The Outer Burrow is no place for the faint of heart. It’s the rugged edge of an already rough world, a space carved out by sheer will and the desperate determination to survive. It’s a testament to the tenacity of life in the face of death, a place where every moment is a struggle, and every day is a victory. Welcome to the Outer Burrow, where survival isn’t a game, it’s the only rule.