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Public Toilets

Added 2025-09-22 07:29:07 +0000 UTC

Dimensions - [10 x 10] grid squares

Image resolution - 2000 x 2000 px

DPI - 200

“The stink of cheap synth-liquor and old sweat clings to the air. Neon light bleeds through the cracked tiles, painting graffiti-smeared stalls in sickly colors. The floor is sticky, the sinks barely holding together, and the whole place feels like it’s holding its breath.

Somewhere deep in the walls, a low, steady thump reverberates—dull, relentless, like a heartbeat you can’t shut out. A junkie twitches by the door, half-conscious, while two figures linger at the sinks with no intention of washing up. The stalls hide more than cracked porcelain, and the only way out runs past the red glow of the exit. The rhythm grows heavier, and you can feel it: something’s about to snap.”

Hey all!

It has arrived a little late this month but here’s the new battle map - The Public Toilets!

I was thinking this could be a cool battle map for you guys to run with because these sorts of grimy, filth-ridden toilets can be found everywhere and can easily be inserted into a multitude of story arcs and scenarios.

If I recall correctly, the following are the maps I’ve created in the past where these public toilets can connect to quite seamlessly:

If I’ve missed any, please do let me know!

Map Variants

Something’s Leaking

A janitor’s trolley squats in the middle of the room, mop dangling like a forgotten limb. The floor around it is slick with a shallow pool of murky water, rippling with every vibration of that distant, relentless thump. A dripping sound comes from the direction of an old rusty water heater nearby. Whatever’s leaking isn’t slowing down, and the stench rising from it says anyone careless enough to slip here won’t get back up clean.

Abandoned Briefcase

The stall door hangs just slightly ajar, graffiti scrawled across the metal. Perched on the stained toilet seat, untouched and out of place, sits a metallic attaché case. Its surface catches the fluorescent glow, gleaming like bait in a shark tank. No lock visible, no owner in sight—just waiting for the first hand bold or desperate enough to grab it.

Air Vent Stash

One of the vent grates lies on the floor, screws scattered like teeth. Inside the dark cavity of the duct, a leather bag rests snug between the slats. It’s too clean, too deliberate, tucked away like a secret meant to be found—or fought over. Whoever stashed it probably plans on coming back.

I hope you like this one guys. Let me know how you plan on inserting this public toilets battle map into your own story arcs. Keen to hear some stories.

Your friendly neighborhood cyberpunk map creator,

~ Frag