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 Shadow Market

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Coordinates

(-432, 340)

Description

The Shadow Market is the beating digital heart of the Black Market, a subterranean sprawl of code-bled commerce and whisper-thin loyalties. Accessible only through encrypted tunnels and retinal keys, it’s where the Syndicate turns salvage into supremacy. Neural ports flicker behind vendor stalls like eyes that never blink, and backroom deals are sealed with subdermal chips, not handshakes. Here, you can buy a stolen drone brain, a custom cloaking shard, or memories of another life—if you’re not already being watched. Syndicate operatives known as "shades" patrol quietly, tracing behavioral anomalies more than footsteps. The Council calls it a den of corruption. The Syndicate calls it freedom's last firewall. There are no rules here—only risk, reputation, and the sharp hum of a world that forgot how to be fair.

Appearance

A maze of repurposed subway lines and collapsed data vaults form the bones of the Shadow Market. Overhead, broken infrastructure serves as scaffolding for neon signage written in glitch-fonts and rotating encryption keys. Vendor stalls glow with unstable holograms, flickering between ad spam and black market specs. Cables run like veins through the ceiling, dripping with condensation and buzzing softly with current. Floors are patchwork: scorched tiles, exposed server racks, blood-streaked cement. Ripperdoc chairs sit beside vending units stocked with biometric stims. Everything is lit by a sickly blend of magenta, teal, and ultraviolet—colors chosen to confuse surveillance drones. Faces blur in the glow, and AR graffiti reprograms itself in real time, rewriting reality as fast as it’s seen. It’s beautiful in a dangerous, digital way—a cathedral for the corrupted and the free.