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!
Played | 5557 times |
Cloned | 200 times |
Created | 124 days ago |
Last Updated | 3 days ago |
Visibility | Public |
Coordinates | (409, -812) |
The Blast Crater is a savage scar in the heart of the Scorch Pit, where Raiders push the limits of destruction and chaos. This jagged expanse of blackened earth and shattered scrap is the crucible for their volatile experiments—explosives forged from scavenged fuel, rusted pipes, and scavenged detonators plucked from ruined factories. Jagged craters and smoldering pits pockmark the ground, each a brutal testament to failed blasts or deadly successes. Makeshift bunkers—built from reinforced concrete slabs salvaged from the city’s ruined underground—stand as precarious observation posts, staffed by watchful Raiders who measure each explosion’s fury with hungry eyes. The constant boom of detonations rattles the surrounding camp, a fiery symphony to the Raiders’ unrelenting hunger for destruction and survival. This chaotic proving ground trains the pack to wield fire and shrapnel as weapons of raw anarchy against the fragile remnants of civilization.
The Blast Crater sprawls like a scarred battlefield under a thick, acrid sky heavy with smoke and the sharp tang of burnt hydrocarbons. The ground is a fractured tapestry of scorched soil, twisted steel shards, and shattered glass, stained with black soot and the rust of exploded engines. Jagged craters, some still glowing faintly from recent blasts, crater the terrain, steam rising from molten slag pools. Ramshackle concrete bunkers, patched with scrap metal and graffiti scrawled in blood-red paint, perch precariously on raised edges, their darkened windows flickering with makeshift lights and neon glow from cracked circuit boards. The air vibrates with distant thunderous detonations, sending waves of heat that warp the horizon. Around the edges, shattered weapon parts, broken fuel canisters, and scorched tools litter the ground, reflecting the brutal work of the Raiders—wild-eyed figures clad in scorched leather and gas masks dart between fiery pits.