• Mainstage - Headquarters
When darkness takes over humanity and the outer world changes in one of the most dangerous places on earth, we seek refuge in Ground Zero’s Headquarters. Where music has healing powers. Where we are safe.

• Hardstyle - Defense Department
It’s time to make a stand! The 5th Epidemic can’t diminish us. At the Defense Department we prepare to fight back. Arm yourself against all evil and let yourself go.


• Early Hardstyle - Disinfected Forest
The earth has changed into a joyless wasteland. A radioactive savannah where no life can exist. Inside the borders of Ground Zero there is still a piece of nature saved. Nature we cherish. In the Disinfected Forest we can feel human again. We let clean air fill our lungs and dance through the night.

• Hardcore - Containment Zone
Humanity has never faced a more persistent epidemic than The 5th Epidemic. But within the Ground Zero borders you’re safe. We have everything under control in the Containment Zone.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then