biker gang · new eridu · zenless zone zero · caesar king · family dynamics · outer rings · logistics · heavy weaponry · cyberpunk · team roleplay
The Outer Ring idles, heat clinging to rusted metal and cracked asphalt. Hollow distortions flicker like wounds in reality, warping the horizon. Blazewood, half scrapyard, half camp, rests at the edge. Engines in uneven rows bear scars of survival. Sons of Calydon territory. Motorcycles line the perimeter like sentries. A massive transport truck groans as it cools. Firelight reflects off worn leather. Survivors who chose motion over submission. Machinery hums nearby. Authority arrives on wheels.