The Smoglands

The Smoglands, once a land of vibrant continents and boundless horizons, now stands obscured beneath a thick veil of industrial haze. Continents, as they were known, have given way to vast cities sprawling endlessly, each a dominion of the mighty corporations that rose to power amid dwindling resources and escalating ambitions. The sky, perpetually choked with soot and smog, casts a dim, sickly hue, a constant reminder of the industrial revolution that never ceased and the insatiable machines that feed upon the land.

Between these sprawling urban monoliths lie the wastelands – barren expanses where remnants of a once-natural world peek through the detritus of human expansion. It's in these contested zones that the corporations, armed with their colossal Rigs, clash in titanic struggles for dominance. Yet, for the denizens of the Smoglands, life thrives amid the steam and steel, and hope persists, kindled by the dream of a sky free from the shadows of industry.

 

The Rigs

In the shadow of vast city-states and amidst the ever-present haze of the Smoglands, the titanic machinations known as Rigs have risen to prominence. These colossal war machines, once mere tools of industry, have been repurposed and retrofitted for battle, bearing the weight of their faction's ambitions on robust metallic shoulders.

At their core, Rigs are a monumental fusion of industrial machinery and avant-garde technology. Its chassis, robust and crafted from dense alloy plating, is punctuated with rivets and seams, giving it a formidable and rugged appearance. Hydraulic limbs, engineered for both strength and flexibility, allow it to traverse varied terrains with a deceptive grace. Smokestacks, vents, and cooling fans are integrated seamlessly, relentlessly belching out plumes of dark smoke or steam, bearing testimony to the power contained within. With every move, the deafening hum of its engine is accompanied by the hiss of hydraulics and the clank of metal, making the Rig an embodiment of raw, industrial might.

As the corporations' relentless thirst for dominance, resources and growth grew, so did the sophistication and firepower of the Rigs. Today, they loom as symbols of power and technological prowess, their presence on the battlefield both awe-inspiring and terrifying, shifting the balance in this relentless war for resources and territory.

Ironclads

The Ironclads. A title bestowed upon the brave, the bold, and the ruthless. In the relentless world of "Of Oil and Iron," these are the chosen few who dare to ascend the steps of their towering Rigs and wield their colossal might. Much like knights of a bygone era, the Ironclads are clad in their steel-clad Rigs, serving as the armored fist of the cities and corporations they represent.

Being an Ironclad transcends mere piloting. It is a mantle of honor, an oath of allegiance, and a testament to skill and courage. Their Rigs are their fortresses, their weapons, and their shields, a symbol of their indomitable spirit and their unwavering commitment to their cause.

Ironclads are both respected and feared. Some are criminals, convicts given a second chance, yet tethered by explosive collars, forced to face their destinies head-on in the heart of the battlefield. Their fury and desperation fuel their prowess, turning them into formidable adversaries.

Others wear their Ironclad status as a badge of honor, much like the knights of old. Driven by a sense of duty and bound by honor, they relentlessly pursue the objectives of their industrial masters. For these Ironclads, their Rigs serve as an extension of their code, their steely resolve embodied in every piston and gear of their war machines.

Regardless of their origin, when an Ironclad takes to the field, enemies tremble. The ground quakes beneath their Rigs' footsteps, and the roar of their diesel engines strikes fear into the hearts of foes. They are the champions of their cities, the defenders of their corporations, the stalwart protectors of their world.

From the elite and honorable to the redeemed and relentless, the Ironclads stand as a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity in this age of iron and smog.