warcradle scenics dystopian industrial setAnother war, another battlefield. An orchestra of conflict rang through the air. The bass rhythm of artillery supported the constant screech of tank tracks crunching through the wreckage. A percussive rattle of small arms fire kept time. None of which could entirely drown out the cacophonous choir of wounded screams. This place was once a centre of life and industry, man and machine working synchronously to build the future. Now, it was a chaotic