Lansing

Lansing, Michigan’s capital, is now a haunting specter of a world consumed by chaos and decay. Once a vibrant hub of politics, education, and commerce, the city is now a desolate wasteland, its bones broken by both time and the savage force of war. Ten years ago, the sky above rained destruction, as bombs transformed a bustling metropolis into a graveyard of shattered dreams.
The Michigan State Capitol, a once-proud symbol of governance, is now a skeletal ruin. Its iconic dome, a gaping wound against the skyline, is a grim testament to the city’s ordeal. Inside, nature reclaims its territory with relentless ferocity, as vines choke the remnants of grandeur and debris litters the hallowed halls. The echoes of terrified screams seem to linger in the wind, mingling with the eerie silence.
Lansing’s streets, once teeming with life, are now desolate avenues of despair. Crumbled asphalt is choked by invasive weeds, and abandoned vehicles, twisted and charred, serve as grim memorials to the city’s fiery baptism. Residential neighborhoods are ghostly echoes of their former selves, with houses reduced to skeletal frameworks, their interiors exposed to the elements and the relentless march of time.
Michigan State University, a beacon of knowledge, is now a haunting relic of a bygone era. Ivy-clad ruins stand as silent sentinels, their windows empty sockets in the face of the encroaching wilderness. Spartan Stadium, once a cauldron of cheers and dreams, is now a hollowed-out husk, its field a patchwork of weeds and broken concrete.
The Grand River, once a lifeblood, is now a polluted scar upon the land. Its banks are overgrown, concealing the secrets of a world lost beneath the murky waters. Collapsed bridges, twisted metal against the sky, are stark reminders of the city’s shattered infrastructure. The undead, remnants of a terrible plague, still wander these desolate shores, their mournful cries carried by the wind.
Downtown Lansing is a haunting labyrinth of shattered glass and crumbling concrete. Towering skyscrapers, once symbols of human ambition, are now ghostly spectres, their interiors filled with the whispers of history and the crunch of decay. As night descends, the city is plunged into an inky blackness, punctuated by the distant howl of a lone coyote or the eerie glow of scattered fires.
Once a thriving metropolis, Lansing is now a haunting testament to human fragility and the enduring power of nature. Its ruins stand as a stark reminder of a world shattered by war, overrun by the undead, and ultimately reclaimed by the relentless march of time.

Guilds and Factions

The Capitol Remnants
The Rusted Guardians
The Forsaken
The Scavengers’ Guild
The River’s Children

Type

Large city