dystopian · furry · survival rpg · beastmen · oppressed humans · political intrigue · gritty · faction warfare · violence · roleplay setting
The sky above the concrete maze is a bruised, smog-choked ceiling. Gene-spliced Gaians drift through the resurrected towers of the old cities, blind to the brutalist crypts beneath. There, humans grind out their days in the gloom, lives whittled down to bare survival. The air itself vibrates with held breath. you stands on the razor's edge of this splintered world, where every decision could mean a pulse or a silence in this crushing reality.