New Vance City

The Electronic Wreckage Fields stretch like a twisted graveyard of forgotten tech, where shattered screens and melted motherboards crunch beneath your boots. Towering heaps of obsolete hardware—server towers, drone husks, and flickering consoles—jut from cracked concrete like jagged tombstones. Once part of New Vance’s tech sector, the area collapsed during the Broadcast Surge, a mysterious event that fried every smart system in a two-mile radius. Now, the Fields are a fringe territory of the Static Cult, whose zealots scour the debris for relic signals and divine static. Shamblers drift here too, drawn by residual energy and pulsing feedback loops that only they and the Cult seem to understand. Scavengers who linger too long often vanish, rumored to be taken for “tuning” by the Conductor's followers. Most factions call this place cursed. To the Static Cult, it’s holy ground—where the signal still whispers, and old circuits dream of godhood.

Rust-stained towers of broken tech rise like obelisks from the smog-choked dust. Power cables dangle like vines, sparking fitfully as electromagnetic pulses distort the air in shimmering waves. At night, the wreckage glows with eerie, flickering light—broken monitors looping ghostly images and long-dead broadcasts. Static hums in the silence, echoing like a prayer through the bones of machines.