Post-Apocalyptic

Survival in New Vance

Pollution

In 2070, a zombie virus threatens mankind. A futuristic, dystopian, cyberpunk test of survival!

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 born into 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	676 times
Cloned	42 times
Created	33 days ago
Last Updated	3 days ago
Visibility	Public

Gear Rat Stronghold

Point of Interest

Details

Coordinates

(-380, -269)

Description

The Gear Rat Stronghold, a sprawling labyrinth of salvaged metal and repurposed machinery, stands as a testament to the brutal ingenuity of its inhabitants. A chaotic assemblage of rusted vehicle frames, interwoven with corrugated iron and reinforced with scavenged industrial components, forms its formidable walls. Tire barricades and razor wire create a maze-like perimeter, deterring both shamblers and rival factions. Within, the air hangs thick with the stench of oil, rust, and the acrid smoke from makeshift forges. The constant clang of metal on metal echoes through the stronghold, a symphony of brutal efficiency. This fortress, more than just a base, is a living, breathing machine, churning out weapons, armor, and a twisted form of order under Cog's ironclad rule. It is a hub of trade, a workshop, and a fortress, all rolled into one, a stark symbol of the Gear Rats' dominance in the Rust Belt

Appearance

The stronghold resembles a chaotic yet functional junkyard, with towering walls made of stacked vehicle parts and makeshift watchtowers crafted from old buses. The interior is filled with the sounds of clanging metal and the smell of oil, as Gear Rats barter and trade amidst the labyrinth of scrap and machinery.