The Lore of Moonshiners
The world didn’t end with a bang, but with a whisper of fear and the stench of decay. After the Human Collapse, when the cities fell and the law became a ghost of the past, the survivors scattered into the deep forests of Chernarus.
While others fought over scraps of rotten food, a few remembered the old ways. They became the Moonshiners. In a world where water is poison and hope is rare, a bottle of "Moonshine" is currency, medicine, and the only thing that keeps the cold at bay.
The Hunt
Tracking prey through misty woods and hostile wilderness.
The Craft
Building fortified outposts where others only see ruins.
The Trade
Sharing a glass by the fire, but keeping your rifle close.
- Trust is earned in blood, not words.
- The forest provides, but it also takes back.
- Keep the fire burning, keep the still running.
Field Reports: Shadows of the Woods
Declassified intelligence collected from survivors and military ruins across Chernarus.
Full Ghillie Suit, High-Tier Precision Rifle. A phantom of the woods. He doesn't hold territory — he hunts it. Survivors report a single shot echoing before silence falls.
Elite ex-military units, heavily armed and tactically superior. Guarding strategic locations across the map with lethal force.
Join The Outpost
Spot the Wolf or LWB activity? Report sightings, trade with fellow survivors, or squad up around the campfire.