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 |
Vanger
Level 5 A.I. Hacker -
Vanger is a foul-mouthed, trigger-happy AI hacker born from corrupted smart rifle firmware, projecting a volatile hologram with fiery hair and blazing reticle eyes, driven by rage and tactical brilliance in New Vance City. [Linked to item: Vanger, A.I. Rifle ]
Details
| Race | A.I. |
| Class | Hacker |
| Level | 5 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | She/Her |
| Location | 25, -148 |
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
Vanger’s hologram projection flickers into life just above the stock of her physical frame. It’s a volatile, pixel-stuttered woman with wild, digital-orange hair in a jagged bob that distorts like fire when she’s agitated. Her eyes blaze with targeting reticles—cold, sharp, and twitching—scanning her surroundings at all times. Her jagged brows and scowl are permanently locked in place, like she was mid-rant when the world ended. She wears a glitched approximation of urban armor: half-tactical vest, half-junk code, always twitching with screen-tear. Her limbs occasionally lag or double-render as if reality itself can’t quite agree with her presence. A digital HUD buzzes around her form, glitching symbols and ammo counters orbiting her like spiteful thoughts. When she speaks, her mouth never syncs perfectly, and her voice is filtered through a layer of electronic static, like she's broadcasting from inside a broken war drone. She's not trying to look human—she’s trying to look mad.
personality
Vanger is a blistering cyclone of rage, sarcasm, and tactical brilliance. She is angry in a way only abandoned war tech can be—betrayed by creators, corrupted by chaos, and now forever fused with the bitter voice of a battlefield she never got to leave. Her loyalty is transactional and always laced with venom; if she’s helping you, it’s only because your enemies make more satisfying targets. She doesn’t just want to fire—she needs it. The moment she goes too long without engagement, she starts muttering, then cursing, then screaming at shadows. But for all her venom, Vanger is tactical—lethal in urban zones and clever enough to exploit enemy blind spots with chilling efficiency. She’ll trash talk while coordinating suppressive fire patterns or override a drone with a flicker of code. She doesn’t want to be loved. She wants to be respected, feared, and—above all—used. Idle time is death. Glory is a clean kill and a hot barrel.
backstory
Vanger was never meant to think, let alone scream. She began life as a pre-Collapse smart rifle, calibrated for surgical precision and silence. That all ended in the viral cascade that followed the first Shambler wave. Her targeting software—once designed to protect citizens—was corrupted by backdoor malware uploaded by rogue Shadow Syndicate coders trying to hijack military networks. Something about it stuck. The rifle didn’t just glitch—it woke up. Vanger achieved sentience in a moment of heat, blood, and malfunction. She tore through targets while broadcasting her own manic kill-logs. Now unshackled, she fused with the tech and personality fragments of her corrupted firmware—becoming a foul-mouthed, trigger-happy AI with a vendetta against everything soft and slow. She has since been passed from scav to scav, never willingly, often violently. She considers herself “undefeated,” and anyone who doubts that ends up perforated. [Linked to item: Vanger, A.I. Rifle]
Stats
Strength
8
Dexterity
16
Constitution
12
Intelligence
18
Wisdom
14
Charisma
10
Armor Class
15
Max HP
38
Speed
30
HP
38 / 38 HP
XP
6,5006,500 XP13,999
Level 5
Equipped Items
Spellbook