Choose from 8 unique factions, each with its own playstyle, platoon-wide trait, and signature armaments. Create 2–4 heavily modified tanks and customize every aspect of them: Hulls, Engines, Weapons, Weapon Mods, Special Ammo, specialized Equipment, and more.
The continent has produced many anomalies, some useable, some uncontrollable, all dangerous. Every platoon would not dare to venture into the wastes without their own ace up the sleeve. Each player can choose from 1 of dozens of unique and powerful Prime Requiems that drastically shape your gameplan.
Each of the 4 sides of tanks are independent Armor Facings that have their own value, accrue damage on their own, and have external attachment slots. Every placement matters and maintaining your Armor is crucial to surviving an excursion.
Tanks WILL accrue damage over the match. Armor will be shredded, Engines will be damaged, treads skinned and turrets destroyed. Tanks are durable and will fight to the last health. Even with a destroyed turret, a tank can still pull off a deadly ram, though also damaging itself.
Play around the damage your tank receives while capitalizing on your opponents. Be sure to abuse Terrain cover while finding good positioning to hit your opponents weak Armor while protecting your own.
“They tell us there is nothing to fear. They say it in the paper, they drone it on the radio, they lie about it to our faces. I have been to the European theater, toured its shattered lands. We do not even know the depth of the precipice we stand upon, because we are too afraid to look. It is only by chance miracle that the madness has deigned to stay in its labyrinthine maze of stone and storm. But it is coming. Leaking out of our ports, carried by the minds of men so arrogant as to defy belief. Assembled by a legion of monsters and ghosts at the eye of the maelstrom, their only succor the hate of the living. Traded and sold by the most avaricious souls still not claimed by Hell, and fought over by a thousand, thousand warlords. I tell you that there is only fear left, of what that wretched continent will finally birth.”
— Dr. Sirius Trell