Your Main Profile is unreachable, your assets are gone, and every life begins through a Proxy.
Fight, loot, build your name, and survive long enough to find a way back.
The city didn't trap you, It replaced you. Your identity is gone, your record rewritten, now the Grid is waiting to see what you become.
Survival starts when you stop following the Protocol.
CIPHER ID: UNKNOWNEvery rule here was written to break you. Learn the city's habits, then make it pay for underestimating you.
Grid drones patrol the city, scanning streets and tracking anyone who stays exposed too long.
Drop the drones, move under cover, and disappear before they can lock your position.
Stolen vehicles draw attention. Drive reckless and the heat climbs fast.
Blend into traffic, stay clean, and give the drones less to flag.
When the Sweep hits, the streets turn hostile and exposed players become easy targets.
Use the chaos to hunt, loot, and cash in while everyone else is trying to survive.
The best loot isn't sitting in plain sight. Hidden crates, buried caches, and forgotten stashes are scattered across the city.
Search off-route spots, follow clues, and dig up what other players walk right past.
Die carrying gear and your bag stays where you fell. After a while, everyone gets the location.
Recover it fast, or let your death turn into someone else's payday.
Open radio channels can be found, followed, and used against you.
Secure your phone radio with a private channel and keep your crew off the public air.
Learn the Grid, find what it was built to hide.
You won’t find every contact yourself, Some guide you, Some test you, Some are already watching.
And some are still waiting to be found.
“The Proxy is locked, That doesn’t mean it’s dead.”
Dax still runs what remains of the Proxy network. The main system may be locked, but he’s found other ways in. Every apartment you secure opens a different route into his network, giving you access to new jobs, contacts, and opportunities across the city.
Get yourself a place. Once you’re inside, I’ll see what I can open for you.
“Do the job. Don’t ask who wanted it done.”
Marlow keeps City Service work moving across the city. Most assignments look ordinary enough, but every now and then he sends something that clearly came from somewhere else.The less you ask, the more work he’s willing to send your way.
“I don’t need loyalty. I need results.”
Vex keeps a list of favors for people willing to work outside the Grid’s rules. Every one you complete tells her a little more about what you’re capable of.What she gives back can change how you survive the city.
“You got our attention.”
Vale doesn’t advertise himself, and he doesn’t wait to be found. When X decides someone is worth watching, he’s usually the one who makes contact.Those who do are already closer to the truth than they realize.
No two survivors tell the same story. Listen closely, every rumor costs something.
Everything you need to actually play: how the Proxy works, how to loot, craft and build, what the Sweep is, how money works, and who to talk to. Written for players, not lore nerds.
Every few hours, the Grid loses control. Heat collapses, surveillance breaks down, and the streets become more dangerous, and more valuable.
The lights are out. The rules are gone. The city has a new name, and it's already watching you wear it. What do you do when everything falls apart?