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.

Played	5556 times
Cloned	200 times
Created	124 days ago
Last Updated	3 days ago
Visibility	Public

The Green Lung

Point of Interest

Details

Coordinates

(-118, 82)

Description

The Green Lung is one of the Citadel Council’s most curated illusions—an engineered oasis nestled within the steel bones of New Vance. Touted as a "public rejuvenation initiative," it is a tightly monitored biodome of controlled flora, hydroponic towers, and gene-seeded vegetables, designed less for sustenance and more for morale. Entry is granted via retinal clearance, with each visit time-stamped and surveilled. Here, the Council doesn’t just grow crops—it grows trust, nostalgia, and the illusion of stability. Behind polite smiles and guided wellness sessions lies an insidious truth: the Green Lung is less a park and more a social control experiment, measuring stress levels, speech patterns, and biometric responses. It offers controlled beauty in a crumbling world—so long as you behave. To the obedient, it’s a breath of fresh air. To dissidents, it's a suffocating garden with eyes.

Appearance

The Green Lung gleams under a shimmering dome of filtered sunlight, its hexagonal glass panels refracting beams across neatly aligned flora. Rows of hydroponic towers climb like synthetic trees, dripping recycled nutrient water into pristine gutters. Neon-trimmed info screens pulse softly from every corner, displaying oxygen levels, growth metrics, and approved citizen quotes about inner peace. Genetically reinforced ivy coils up faux-stone arches, while glowing blue orchids sway beside engineered wheatgrass in sterile white planters. Small pathways wind between artificial streams and whispering ventilation ducts, their soft breeze scented with chemical lavender. Surveillance drones drift above like hummingbirds, their lenses blinking in rhythm with environmental music. It is a place where every leaf has a purpose, every stone has a speaker, and even the butterflies are printed on programmable wings.