New Vance City

Deep within the choking haze of the Toxic Digs lies the Filtration Nexus—a ramshackle labyrinth of scavenged tech and crude chemistry where the Raiders wage a desperate war against poison itself. Once an abandoned industrial waste processing hub, the Nexus now functions as the last bastion of survival for the scavenger hordes who call the Digs home. Here, broken distillation columns and jury-rigged purifiers struggle to wring some semblance of safety from a stew of caustic sludge and chemical rot. Raiders labor feverishly, patching leaks and replacing corroded filters with scavenged scraps, their lungs shielded by cracked respirators and stained rags. Toxic fumes mingle with the hiss of venting steam, and every breath is a gamble against blindness or death. The Nexus is vital—a grim forge turning lethal waste into usable fuel, water, or corrosive weapons—yet it stands perpetually on the edge of collapse, a fragile fortress held together by sheer will and crude ingenuity.

The Filtration Nexus sprawls like a metal skeleton tangled in veins of rusty pipes, corroded tanks, and flickering control panels barely clinging to life. Neon shards, scavenged from dead highways, cast eerie, flickering glows over pools of iridescent sludge reflecting oily rainbows. The air is thick and sour—an acrid cocktail of burning plastic, chemical solvents, and rust. Jagged steel walkways snake above bubbling vats of toxic waste, their grated floors slick with slick, glowing algae clinging to every surface. Hissing steam vents punctuate the cacophony of clanking tools and muffled voices muffled behind patched respirators. Crude barricades of welded scrap and scavenged barrels mark the boundaries of this chaotic industrial maze, and tattered hazard signs sway on corroded chains. Raiders in mismatched armor move with tense urgency, their eyes bloodshot and skin mottled from chemical burns. The entire area feels like a living wound—raw, volatile, and screaming.