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!
Played | 5018 times |
Cloned | 184 times |
Created | 116 days ago |
Last Updated | Yesterday |
Visibility | Public |
Size | 0 |
Type | Underground Subway Tunnels |
Beneath New Vance’s fractured skeleton lies the Subway Undernet—a sprawling, dangerous hive of activity built into the city's decaying mass transit lines. The deeper you go, the more you see: not just the infected, but every faction crawling through the shadows. Shamblers shuffle in the open like background noise, but around them are trading hubs, smuggler nests, and warzones. Static Cultists whisper between malfunctioning intercoms. Syndicate black markets shimmer in AR behind rusted terminals. Hydro Hegemony leak teams stalk the drainage veins, and Gear Rats use sections of rail like a scrapyard forge. Solar Guardians maintain radiant checkpoints near surface lines, incinerating threats with precision. Even Raiders carve out drug dens in abandoned service stations. The Silent Walkers move undisturbed through it all—observing. It’s a living artery of chaos, commerce, and conflict—part catacomb, part corridor, part crucible. Everyone wants something down here.
The tunnels pulse with a surreal glow—some from flickering red emergency lights, others from illicit neon rigs hacked into old data lines. Muck-slick rails weave past rusted husks of trains converted into safehouses or sanctuaries. Moss-glow graffiti, ultraviolet Syndicate sigils, and static cult glyphs sprawl over cracked tiles. You might pass Solar Guardian floodlamps blazing down one stretch and stumble into pitch-black corridors echoing with guttural shambler moans the next.