New Vance City

During the Collapse, a Gear Rat chemical refinery chain-reacted into ruin—boiling tanks burst, reactors fractured, and the entire facility crumpled into a fused, toxic ruin. Locals call it the “Chem Zone,” though few speak of it willingly. The air shimmers with caustic vapor, and the ground itself simmers with fluorescent runoff that bubbles through cracked concrete and rust-veined steel. Those who venture too close find their lungs burning and skin blistering from airborne corrosives. Even the Gear Rats, hardened as they are, steer clear—too many scavvers went in chasing reactor cores and came out mutated or mad. Crystal Wretches breed here in clusters, feeding on irradiated residue, while rare horrors like Caustic Crawlers and Fume-Bloated Brutes stalk the tangled wreckage. The zone itself hums with residual energy and violent instability, a living monument to New Vance’s industrial arrogance. Every step is a gamble between riches and rot.

A choked labyrinth of melted girders and ruptured pipelines, drenched in sickly green and sulfuric yellow hues. Steam jets hiss from cracked valves, while acid puddles reflect the broken skyline, and half-dissolved scaffolds loom like skeletal fingers over the warped industrial hellscape.