New Vance City

Once a central node in the Gear Rats’ massive chemical refining grid, the Storage Tank Yard is now a decaying battlefield of corrosion and chaos. The yard was built to house vast quantities of volatile compounds—reactive fuels, industrial solvents, mutagenic coolants—all of which ruptured or combusted during the Collapse. The result is a surreal landscape of broken tanks that burp toxic gas and leak neon-colored sludge. The ground is so saturated with chemical residue it burns through boots, and the air sings with volatile instability. Crystal Wretches nest here among the wrecks, and rumors persist of a Caustic Crawler the size of a water truck slithering beneath the waste. Gear Rats sometimes launch armored salvage raids to scavenge tank plating or retrieve mutagenic residue—if they survive long enough to haul it back. Every salvage run is a coin flip: valuable loot or permanent lung scarring.

The Storage Tank Yard is a toxic labyrinth of tilted cylinders and collapsed catwalks. Massive tanks—many split clean open—jut from the cracked concrete like metallic tombstones. Their outer hulls are blistered with chemical corrosion, draped in streaks of iridescent rust and fluorescent ooze. Pools of unnatural colors—lime green, syrup purple, blood-orange—bubble around the bases, some steaming with low-grade radiation or weeping into nearby cracks. The sky above the yard glows faintly sick with green vapor trails, and the air shimmers in unnatural waves from unseen chemical reactions. Barrels float in sludge pits, half-melted warning signs cling to fences, and twisted ladders curl like dead vines. Occasionally, a faint metallic groan echoes through the yard—either a warping tank wall or something moving beneath the surface sludge. It’s hard to say which is worse.