Post-Apocalyptic

New Vance City

Pollution

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!

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 growing up in 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.

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The Fuel Refinery

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Coordinates

(407, -811)

Description

Deep within the blistering inferno of the Scorch Pit lies the Fuel Refinery, a volatile heart pumping flammable lifeblood into the Raiders' violent veins. This ramshackle complex of scavenged machinery and fractured tanks serves as the crucible where crude fuel is distilled from stolen petrochemicals, aerosol cans, and scavenged solvents. Raiders sweat and curse as they juggle unstable mixtures, aware that a single spark could turn the entire refinery into a roaring firestorm. The refinery fuels the incendiary weapons and brutal kill rigs that define Raider raids—improvised flamethrowers, napalm grenades, and makeshift rocket fuel. Toxic fumes hang thick, choking the air with chemical rot and the bitter tang of burnt rubber. It’s a dangerous place, not just because of the volatile fuel, but due to constant raids from rival gangs and the ever-watchful drones of the Perimeter Watch skimming overhead, waiting to strike.

Appearance

The Fuel Refinery sprawls chaotically over a cracked, scorched patch of earth, a tangled mess of rusted pipelines, dented barrels, and patched-together distillation towers made from salvaged metal sheets and scavenged engine parts. Pipes twist like serpents over smoldering ground, dripping with oily sludge that pools into shimmering black puddles reflecting the fiery glow of open flame pits. Flickering sodium vapor lamps sputter above makeshift platforms where grimy, soot-streaked Raiders in torn, patched leather suits work frantically, adjusting valves and hammering crude gauges patched with duct tape. The air shimmers with heat and stings with the acrid smell of gasoline, kerosene, and burning plastic. Thick clouds of smoke rise intermittently, mixing with the dusty, copper-colored dusk. Nearby, stolen fuel trucks and rusted warbikes are lined up, ready to roar out in a spray of fire and blood. The refinery is surrounded by haphazard barricades of twisted rebar and scrap.