Build 42 multiplayer · PvE first
The last server you'll ever play
Are you Chad enough to join?
You have played PvE servers before. Vanilla settings, a mod list you install by hand, loot that either never comes back or comes back all at once, an admin who is asleep, and a wipe every six weeks when the save file gives up. That is the normal one. This is not that.
Chadtopia is a Build 42 server that has been rebuilt from the ground up by one guy with a problem. Twenty-six maps joined into one Kentucky. Risk zones from Low to Extinction, each with its own loot, population and sprinter odds, so the dangerous places are dangerous on purpose. Every item you take comes back on its own timer. Kills pay cash, cash buys clothes from Clark, and a leaderboard remembers who did what.
Four hundred mods. You install none of them. The launcher does your pushups for you.
GET THE LAUNCHERNo whitelist form. Walk in, say hello, read the rules you will later break.
View launcher source on GitLab. Inspect the code, changes and build history.
It finds your game, reuses the mods you already own, downloads the rest, fixes your memory and remembers your login. You are not required to understand it.
Skip the launcher and add the server by hand. Subscribe to the whole Workshop collection, then add the server. Good luck with the load order.
chadtopia.net:16261
Listed in the server browser as "Chad's Extinction Emporium". Yes, really.
Switched on. Then tuned.
Seven risk tiers. Sprinters are a per-zone percentage, mutants only where the zone allows, populations counted per chunk so towns stay full.
Military drops, crash sites, sprinter packs after dark in the high tiers, Bad Moon, airdrops. Paced to the player count, never spammed.
Leave a siren or a stereo on in an empty car and the dead come smash it. The car pays for your mistake.
Not all of them friendly.
They hold camps, keep reserves and run supply trips. Kingsmouth has hostile scavenger crews. Louisville has bandits with schedules.
PvP only inside marked zones like West Point, with a banner and a sting when you cross the line. Everywhere else the dead are the enemy.
Every death gets a report on the death screen: what bit you, what you ate, where you fell. Spawn protection while you read it.
Kills pay. Clark collects.
Fourteen leaderboards, thirteen weekly prize boards, a $10,000 daily contract and 117 badges. Tourist and Sprinter Hunter pay the brave.
Sell spare loot to other players. It spends the same wallet Clark does. One purse.
Regional loot tables, items that return one at a time, a guard on ransacked buildings, and video games so rare they are trading material.
For when the dead are quiet.
NES, SNES, Genesis, Game Boy and Atari on in-game TVs. Live now. Movies and the cinema are in test.
Learn songs, play instruments, pick up hobbies, change your look at a mirror. The dead can hear the piano. That is a feature.
Advanced vehicle systems, balanced top speeds, part claims, and a spin guard for people who think the car is a weapon.
A community operated luxury clothing brand, located in West Point, Kentucky, operated by a man named Clark. Over a thousand pieces that never spawn in the world. Try them on at the mirror. Pay in the money you earned killing the things that run.
All sales final. Clark does not do refunds. Clark does not do returns. Clark has seen things.
SHOP AT CLARK'S (IN GAME)
The Discord is where the rules live, where your crash log lands with your name on it, and where the death wall is going up. Bring bandages.