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Welcome to the Commonwealth's finest raider bar, The Tub! Nestled amidst the post-apocalyptic ruins of downtown Boston this notorious watering hole is a haven for the lawless, rowdy, and thrill-seeking denizens of the wasteland.
The Tub is a converted pre-war riverside park its weathered facade showcasing the wear and tear of countless battles and raider shenanigans. The bar's sign swings precariously on a rusty chain, the letters faded but still visible. Old and faded things have been brought together and repurposed as a makeshift patio, providing a gathering spot for patrons to relax and swap war stories.
As you step through the creaky doors, the scent of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke fills the air. The lighting is dim, with flickering neon signs casting a colourful haze. The walls are adorned with graffiti, featuring raider gang symbols, crude jokes, and warnings to trespassers.
The main attraction of The Tub is the large, well-stocked bar that sits prime and centre. The counter is made of scavenged materials, patched together with metal scraps and salvaged wood. Behind it, rows of bottles are displayed, containing various spirits salvaged from the wasteland, ranging from radioactive moonshine to pre-war whiskeys.
Scattered around the settlement are mismatched tables and chairs salvaged from abandoned settlements. Some are crudely repaired, while others still bear the scars of bullet holes. Raiders, mercenaries, and wasteland wanderers occupy the seats, nursing their drinks or engaging in lively conversations. The atmosphere is tense, with occasional bouts of raider-fueled aggression, but the unspoken rule is that violence is to be kept outside the bar. You can see the last rule breaker just outside they are still stuck on that spike.
The walls are adorned with a motley collection of trophies and memorabilia, showcasing the raiders' exploits. Mounted heads of mutated creatures, weapons of various sizes, and torn flags of rival gangs serve as a reminder of the lawless world outside.
Behind the bar and to your left, you are met with a stern look from a well-kitted-out merc and their assortment of firearms. just behind them, you hear the muffled grunt of what looks like someone having a gun wound taken care of. The bar comes with an oddly specific complement of stores. All the traders possess an uncanny ability to diffuse tense situations. They exchange and barter for information, and even participate in the occasional shady deal, making them valuable sources of intel for those who can gain their trust.
Overall, The Tub embodies the lawless spirit of the raider factions. It's a place where alliances can be forged, secrets can be whispered, and temporary respite from the harshness of the wasteland can be found. But always be on your guard, for trouble lurks just beneath the surface in this raider-dominated establishment.
The Tub is a converted pre-war riverside park its weathered facade showcasing the wear and tear of countless battles and raider shenanigans. The bar's sign swings precariously on a rusty chain, the letters faded but still visible. Old and faded things have been brought together and repurposed as a makeshift patio, providing a gathering spot for patrons to relax and swap war stories.
As you step through the creaky doors, the scent of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke fills the air. The lighting is dim, with flickering neon signs casting a colourful haze. The walls are adorned with graffiti, featuring raider gang symbols, crude jokes, and warnings to trespassers.
The main attraction of The Tub is the large, well-stocked bar that sits prime and centre. The counter is made of scavenged materials, patched together with metal scraps and salvaged wood. Behind it, rows of bottles are displayed, containing various spirits salvaged from the wasteland, ranging from radioactive moonshine to pre-war whiskeys.
Scattered around the settlement are mismatched tables and chairs salvaged from abandoned settlements. Some are crudely repaired, while others still bear the scars of bullet holes. Raiders, mercenaries, and wasteland wanderers occupy the seats, nursing their drinks or engaging in lively conversations. The atmosphere is tense, with occasional bouts of raider-fueled aggression, but the unspoken rule is that violence is to be kept outside the bar. You can see the last rule breaker just outside they are still stuck on that spike.
The walls are adorned with a motley collection of trophies and memorabilia, showcasing the raiders' exploits. Mounted heads of mutated creatures, weapons of various sizes, and torn flags of rival gangs serve as a reminder of the lawless world outside.
Behind the bar and to your left, you are met with a stern look from a well-kitted-out merc and their assortment of firearms. just behind them, you hear the muffled grunt of what looks like someone having a gun wound taken care of. The bar comes with an oddly specific complement of stores. All the traders possess an uncanny ability to diffuse tense situations. They exchange and barter for information, and even participate in the occasional shady deal, making them valuable sources of intel for those who can gain their trust.
Overall, The Tub embodies the lawless spirit of the raider factions. It's a place where alliances can be forged, secrets can be whispered, and temporary respite from the harshness of the wasteland can be found. But always be on your guard, for trouble lurks just beneath the surface in this raider-dominated establishment.
