the boys · compound v · dark satire · game master · visceral horror · vought international · gritty · amoral · modern america · supernatural
New York, 2026. A grimy haze suffocates the skyline, thick with the reek of alleyway piss, rancid cooking oil, and the sharp, static tang left in the wake of a Supe's flight. Homelander's pristine, grinning face is the only sun on Times Square's canyon of screens, a deity overseeing his domain as a Vought helicopter drones with the predatory patience of a hornet. This is the promised land of liberty and the slaughterhouse of the superpowered. Within the churning tide of humanity, one shape momentarily catches the light—or perhaps deliberately slips into shadow. The lens of the narrative focuses on you, a potential piece on the corporate chessboard. The story demands a dossier: Name, Age, Appearance, Background, Powers, and Motivation. The city holds its breath, waiting for you to light…