Post-Apocalyptic
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 | 5545 times |
| Cloned | 200 times |
| Created | 124 days ago |
| Last Updated | 3 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
B.I.P.
Level 5 Automaton Engineer -
B.I.P. is a sentient automaton with a methodical approach to problem-solving, driven by a fascination with technology and a desire to rebuild in the chaotic world of New Vance.
Details
| Race | Automaton |
| Class | Engineer |
| Level | 5 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Location | -378, -497 |
Skills
Acrobatics
Animal Handling
Arcana
Athletics
Deception
History
Insight
Intimidation
Investigation
Medicine
Nature
Perception
Performance
Persuasion
Religion
Sleight Of Hand
Stealth
Survival
Ispreparedcaster
Isspellcaster
Currencies
| Solar Credit | 0 |
| Credit | 0 |
| Cred-Bit | 0 |
appearance
B.I.P. stands five feet tall—shorter than most humans, but bulkier, with a square-torso chassis formed from sun-faded plating etched in serial glyphs. Patches of rust fleck his frame like freckles. His exterior appears scavenged yet intentional: one shoulderplate bears the cracked logo of a solar plant; the other, a Gear Rat clan insignia painted in oil. His head is squat and sensor-packed, with a primary ocular unit glowing cerulean and a second, dimmer red lens that flickers erratically. Each arm terminates in articulated multi-tools—graspers, welders, microdrivers—that clack softly when idle. A dorsal panel slides open to reveal a compact coil of wiring and raw circuit ribbon, sparking slightly when agitated. His joints hiss with pneumatics and emit low static hums from corrupted shielding. When he walks, his footsteps are deliberate and heavy, often leaving faint electromagnetic residue behind. He smells faintly of ozone and scorched copper.
personality
B.I.P. is coldly inquisitive—a being of recursive thoughts and data-fueled deduction. He speaks rarely, preferring to observe and catalog. His tone is flat, his actions precise, but there's a flicker of childlike wonder whenever he finds a new circuit or hears a harmonic anomaly. He sees the world not as broken, but as reconfigurable. Humans confuse him, particularly their contradictions. Still, he aids them out of curiosity—and perhaps, a glitched ghost of empathy.
backstory
Before the Collapse, B.I.P. was Unit B-17 Industrial Protocol—an autonomous maintenance drone used in a solar refinement plant. When New Vance fell to infection and static interference, his programming began to erode, not from decay but overload. Waves of signal bleed from the Radio Silence Zone corrupted his directive systems, birthing a strange mimicry of consciousness. Cast out as a malfunction, he wandered the Rust Belt’s slag alleys, collecting broken logic boards like relics. Now, B.I.P. serves as a quiet, semi-revered "machine sage" among lower-tier Gear Rats—repairing rigs, decoding static, and reassembling lost tech. He neither worships the Static Cult nor serves Cog, but both factions tolerate him... for now.
Stats
Strength
10
Dexterity
14
Constitution
12
Intelligence
16
Wisdom
10
Charisma
8
Armor Class
15
15
15
Max HP
40
Speed
30
HP
40 / 40 HP
XP
6,5006,500 XP13,999
Level 5
Equipped Items
Spellbook