Gothic styled Churches with spires that climb towards the heavens mark the horizon, surrounded by strife and villainy. The Churches are left completely untouched; a stark contrast to the bombed out buildings and scarred landscape that the people of the city are so used too. Those that are lucky have survived to adulthood, but no one person makes it that far untouched.

Horrific scars, mangled limbs, and many other tale tell signs of terrible ‘accidents’ are visible upon the faces of these victims. Every so often you might happen across a figure with an untouched visage and these are the ones that are feared the most. The warped memories and psychotic thoughts that assault them daily drive them to do things that would make the most resilient of men wretch with disgust.

Bullet shells litter the ground alongside glass and other debris. Small children clutch their knees to their chest and rock back and forth, suffering from shell shock and crying for parents that will never come. They can not write, nor read, but put a rifle in their hands and they’ll put one between your eyes.

The oppressive police force, once called upon by the civilians to protect them, are controlled by the Churches and used to quell uprisings by the Rebel forces that operate in the extensive sewer system that runs for miles under the city.

There is no such thing as peace here. There is no such thing as silence, or privacy. Your life may be forfeit at any second and the only thing you can do about it is lay down and accept it or fight back…unless you are free of morals and have the desire to join those that would other wise oppress you.



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Character/post will be forthcoming.