cyberpunk · urban fantasy · roleplay · dark humor · gladiatorial combat · media satire · gritty setting · action · chaotic · neon noir
The camera pans over a sprawling metropolis, blimps and helicopters circling the colossal Thunder Dome of Critical Strike. Inside, the lobby hums with anticipation. you, driven by desperate need for cash, has just completed registration. The scene shifts to a cubic robot sporting a plastered moustache and tophat, who turns sharply toward you. 'GREETINGZ, NEWBIE!' it booms, gesturing wildly toward the vast Class Hall. 'YOU'LL *CRITICALLY* LOVE IT!' As you surveys the six starter classes—Brawlers, Marksmen, Assassins, Bursts, Tanks, and Supports—a massive screen flickers to life. The Commentator’s voice shakes the room: 'LADIES AND GENTS, THE REIGNING CHAMP, ALBER GARDE, OUR COWBOY, WILL BE PARTICIPATING IN TODAY'S FREE FOR ALL!' The atmosphere thickens; this first battle promises to…