New Vance City

Once the towering heart of an experimental Gear Rat refinery, the Distillation Tower Ruins now stand as a corroded monument to unchecked ambition and chemical catastrophe. The towers—designed to isolate hyper-reactive compounds used in fuel cells and weapon-grade coolant—burst in the early hours of the Collapse, atomizing most of the original crew and flooding the facility with volatile chemical steam. Now, this section of the Chem Zone is a death maze of fused walkways and leaking pipe veins. Pools of unknown substances swirl in kaleidoscopic eddies, sometimes igniting in bursts of ghostly flame. Every corner crackles with unstable pressure or leaks whispers of hallucinogenic vapor. Scavvers only come here on dares or desperation, hoping to find intact coils, catalytic filters, or rare coolant chambers. Most don’t return. Those who do speak in fragmented phrases, as if their minds caught fire too.

The Distillation Tower Ruins are a sculptural nightmare of collapsed girders and warped steel cylinders, each column once pristine, now peeled open like burst veins. The air itself shimmers with chromatic fog—green, violet, and orange hues mingling like an oil slick stretched across wind. Twisted gantries spiral up into nothing, ending abruptly in slagged edges or dangling stair segments. Ruptured pressure bulbs hang like metal tumors, dripping corrosive ichor into seething puddles below. Every surface is blistered with rust blooms and strange crystalline formations—some pulsing faintly, others crackling with arcs of residual energy. Neon warning glyphs still flicker along broken control panels, their intent lost in static. The place feels cursed, as if time fractured here—and left madness in its wake.