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Junker outpost [ on sprue ]

☣️ Wasteland Industrial ouTpost ☣️



You see sickly green toxic smoke billowing over the jagged hills of the wasteland, rising like a warning signal against the dull, ash-colored sky. Nestled in the hollow beyond lies a small industrial outpost, operated by the scavenger faction known as the Junkers.

This ramshackle settlement is a patchwork of rusted metal hovels, jury-rigged shanties, and towering smokestacks. At its heart, a cluster of grimy refineries groan and hiss as they melt down scavenged scrap into barely-functioning components. The air is thick with the stench of burning oil, scorched metal, and industrial rot—the lifeblood of Junker survival.

Here, form follows desperation. The structures are built for function, not comfort—patched together from whatever the wasteland could spare. Every bolt, beam, and panel tells a story of something found, stolen, or barely salvaged. It's not pretty—but it's alive, and in the wastes, that's enough.