The Neon Wastelands were a testament to Black Gorlock's endurance. His size made the journey through this barren, toxic landscape a monumental task. The ground was covered in shifting sands that seemed to swallow his every step, and toxic fumes that clung to his massive form, making each breath a struggle. His top hat, now more than ever, was a symbol of his unyielding spirit, staying in place even as the wind tried to claim it.
Navigating through the wastelands to confront the Gas Mask Gang, Boris found his size to be both an asset and a liability. The terrain was riddled with traps designed for lighter, quicker prey, but his weight often triggered them prematurely. The struggle was not just against external foes but against the very land that seemed to conspire against him, his top hat a beacon of resilience amidst the desolation.