Three megacorps collapsed every government on Earth. The ruins are contested territory. Choose your faction. Walk the grid. Take what you can carry.
A five-question intake assigns you to one of four corps based on how you think — not what you pick. Neural precision, organic instinct, collective mind, or no allegiance at all.
Your real neighborhood appears on a live GPS map overlaid with contested zones, loot drops, and faction territory. The battlefield is wherever you are. Walk to engage.
Move within range of a zone to claim it for your faction. Collect loot drops for XP. Flip enemy-held zones. Complete missions. Every block is contested territory.
Six ranks from Splinter to Wraith. Complete daily ops. Earn faction rep. The grid tracks every capture, every loot drop, every zone you've ever touched.
Neural augmentation. Battlefield AI. Surveillance that never blinks. Axiom soldiers are more machine than human by design. Their territory is sterile, precise, and deeply watched.
Biotech extremists who grow augmentations rather than build them. Their soldiers regrow lost limbs in hours. Their zones breathe — bioluminescent fungal networks covering everything.
A decentralized neural collective. Their soldiers fight as a single organism with no commands and no lag. Enter their zones without a signal dampener at your own risk.
No allegiance. No ideology. The largest splinter faction — freelance scavengers who pick the battlefield clean and sell to whoever pays most. The only honest faction left.
Fractured Grid runs on real GPS. Every zone on your screen is a real location within walking distance. The war isn't somewhere else — it's three blocks away.
No headset. No hardware. Open it on your phone and step outside.
Four novels set inside the Corporate War — one for each faction's philosophy, and a finale that brings them into collision. Read the world your faction is fighting for.
She was right about everything. That was the problem.
He grew back everything they took. He's still not sure what he lost.
She remembered being sixteen people. She's still not sure which one was her.
Three philosophies. One dead zone. No clean hands.
In 2071, three megacorps simultaneously withdrew their infrastructure contracts from every government on Earth. Water. Power. Transit. All of it switched off in a four-minute window. It wasn't an apocalypse. It was a hostile takeover.
"The difference between a correct decision and a good one is not always visible in the outcome."— Director Vael Renn, Axiom Systems
The Corporate War has been running for sixteen years. The cities are contested zones. You are a Splinter — a freelance scavenger who survives by picking the battlefield clean.
Enter the Grid →Fractured Grid is built solo. Your support funds native apps, real-time multiplayer, faction events, and a world that keeps growing. Every tier gets you deeper into the lore.
You're in the grid. Your credits keep the lights on.
You've earned your rank. Direct input on what gets built next.
You don't just play the game. You shape it.
Maximum rank. Co-builder. Limited to 10 forever.
The game runs entirely in your browser — or install it as an app for full-screen GPS play with no browser UI.