Post-Apocalyptic

New Vance City

Pollution

New Vance City is a post-collapse RPG where survival means customizing everything—classes, skills, races, and gear are all unique. Set in 2070, a year after the world cracked and the infected rose, this cyberpunk dystopia pulses with story-rich factions, brutal politics, and unforgettable characters. Forge your path in a smog-choked ruin where the line between savior and syndicate blurs with every shot fired. Fight zombies, raiders, and mutated creatures and test your survival in New Vance City!

Author's Note: The year is 2070, one year after the Collapse. The place? New Vance City. Skeletal remains of skyscrapers pierce the smog-choked sky. Patches of overgrown desert flora claw at cracked asphalt. Inside, survivors try to make the best of their fragile existence, repurposing solar panels and scavenging for supplies. Kids growing up in this hell hole play amongst the ruins of the city, their laughter a thin, hopeful melody that just isn't strong enough to pierce through the grim ambiance of the city. Life here is filled with nothing but scarcity and fear. Every creak in the night, every flicker in the solar grid, every hum or buzz... It's all enough to send shivers down your spines. Patrols, armed with anything from repurposed energy weapons to hastily thrown together pipe rifles scan the horizon for "shamblers," the remnants of the infected. Yet amidst the hardship, the community is still blooming. New Vance City still stands, at least for now. A flickering candle in the encroaching darkness of a world forever changed.

Played	5497 times
Cloned	198 times
Created	124 days ago
Last Updated	3 days ago
Visibility	Public

The Serpent’s Spine

Area

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Type	District Border Feature

Description

Winding like a scar between two opposing ideologies, the Serpent’s Spine is a narrow, volatile stretch of river cutting between the radiant gridlines of the Solar Sprawl and the flickering neon veins of the Black Market. Its rocky, debris-strewn waters surge violently through a canyon of cracked concrete and twisted rebar, remnants of bridges long fallen. On one side, Solar Guardians monitor crossings with sniper towers and solar-fed drones. On the other, Syndicate smugglers slip beneath the surface in jury-rigged submersibles and stealth rafts. The Spine is treacherous—riddled with mines, current traps, and forgotten corpses. But it’s also essential. This is where contraband is floated, where messages are passed in waterproof capsules, and where desperate traders bet their lives for a chance at freedom, power, or just a sip of clean water.

Appearance

A jagged trench of dark, churning waters littered with debris and the occasional glint of illicit goods, illuminated by flickering floodlights that contrast the golden glow of order with the neon chaos of rebellion.