Bones & Gears

The bank compound keeps your valuables safe from death and raids. Start with five cells and buy upgrades with Rare Metals up to a full 5×5 vault. Armed guards keep the peace inside the fence — holster your weapon or get a warning shot.

Wanted outlaws can use the Bandit Bank on the destroyed island instead: same vault, no guards.

Post sell orders at the bank's marketplace stall. Orders stay up for three days; proceeds and unsold goods wait at the desk until you come back for them. A good reputation lowers the listing fee.

The stall restocks one unit of each ware every hour, and the price climbs with every unit missing. Buy early or pay the premium.

A European roulette wheel and a no-limit Texas Hold'em table for up to nine players, with side pots, blinds and a shot clock. Chips come out of your bank and go back the moment you stand up — even if the server goes down mid-hand.

Irradiated industrial sites guarded by raider garrisons. Crates, car wrecks and parts make them worth the trip; a garrison you wipe out comes back a few minutes later, one body at a time.

Behind each crypt doorway is a whole complex of halls and corridors, held by swordsmen and gunmen. Kill the boss in the far hall to unseal its treasure chest. Two empty haven rooms in each dungeon are yours to build in.

Raiders come in tiers from scavenger to warlord, with melee tiers that close in and dash. They patrol real routes, fight whoever is the nearest threat, and back off after a landed blow. One in twenty spawns Enraged: tougher, deadlier and carrying triple loot.

Every ultimate is painted on the ground before it lands — read the shape and move. Bosses enrage at low health and regenerate if you walk away, so you finish them or you leave. An armoured APC holds the destroyed island, and a wandering swordsman judges anyone with blood on their name.

Every mutant hit poisons. Bloaters burst into puddles, bombers explode on contact, splitters divide when they die — and the Abomination leaps, slams and vomits bile at anyone who stays too long.

A Creeper wanders the island and marks anyone carrying a weapon or heavy kit, lobbing napalm until they stop fighting back. Frost and Flame Creepers roam the cold and hot biomes.

Cutthroats with rifles, Bombardiers with arcing deck guns and Firebrands with flamethrowers hunt anyone on the water or near the shore. Sink one and its loot floats: fuel, motors, hull plate. The shore is always an escape.

A bombed-out military island in the far corner of the sea, held by an APC and its crew. It is also home to the Bandit Bank, the duel arena's second gate, and its own soundtrack.

Wildlife roams the whole island. Some flee, some charge. Hunting bows and rifles hit animals harder, and every kill feeds and clothes you.

Five species, four of them eaten raw for a ten-minute working buff: more harvest, faster chopping, more XP or less tool wear. Spots get fished out and recover an hour later. Sometimes the line brings up a land or sea treasure map.

Wild fruit drops seeds when eaten; plant them on bare ground and come back when the crop is ripe. Forage nodes, cotton and berries fill the gaps.

Every hour a guarded chest appears somewhere on the island, marked on everyone's map. Breaking its seal takes ten unbroken seconds — in full view. Treasure maps spawn a private chest on land or on a floating junk pile at sea, guarded by raiders or pirates.

Hand-craft the basics, then place stations to unlock the rest. Upgrade them for speed and higher-tier recipes, repair worn gear at the bench and grind junk back into materials at the recycler.

Your body drops everything you carried — each stack loses a random share, but at least a tenth always survives. Whoever gets there first takes it. Respawn on a beach or at your own tent.

Every claimed base is its own power grid — no cables. Burn fuel or catch the sun, store it in batteries, and spend it on turrets, CCTV, tamper sirens, proximity sensors and lights. Run dry and the defences go dark.

Fit a four-digit code lock or a key lock to a door, a storage box, a car or a boat. Hand out keys, change the code, or rip the lock out and destroy every key with it.

Five minutes after every owner has logged out, everything their safety box covers takes half damage — so rage-quitting mid-raid buys nothing. Rooftop fittings can fortify a base further, but never to immunity. Upkeep keeps biting either way.

Every placed piece costs materials to maintain. Abandoned bases decay and free the land for someone else. Sprawling over too many claims costs more, which keeps the map open for new players.

Bones & Gears is server-authoritative: your client only sends input — which keys you press and where you aim. The server runs the game itself: it moves your character, rolls the recoil, decides every hit, keeps its own count of your health and stamina, and checks every trade, craft and door for range, line of sight and timing. A modified client has nothing to change, because it doesn't decide anything.

The same idea protects your base. Seal your safety box inside a closed room — walls on every side, a roof overhead, doors shut — and the server stops sending that box to anyone standing outside the room. It isn't hidden on screen; it never reaches their computer at all, so no wallhack, ESP or hacked client can find it. Open a door and it is sent again; only players inside the same sealed room receive it.

When a group piles onto one player, the odds shift: at 3-on-1 the group deals 40% less and the lone survivor deals 40% more. Teams are worked out from how players actually behave together — shared bases, moving together, hitting the same target — so it works without any party system to game.

Honest work earns reputation; killing players costs it — more for picking on new or unarmed survivors, nothing for self-defence. Good names get discounts and titles. Outlaws get red names, a warm welcome from the bank guards, and a faster climb back if they change their ways.

Queue up naked at the arena gate. Both fighters get the same randomly rolled kit, the loser pays the winner from their bank, and the champion holds the pit until someone takes it. The rest of the queue watches.