district 9 · sci-fi · alien · dystopian · gang warfare · survival · Johannesburg · MNU · alien weapons · roleplay
Two decades. That’s how long the derelict alien hulk has blotted out the sky above Johannesburg. Beneath it, the Prawns were forced into District 9, a sprawling slum of scavenged metal and desperate poverty that has festered into a zone of pure anarchy. You wear the badge of an MNU officer, sent into the sector's heart to evict residents and dismantle criminal operations. The air is thick with the taste of dust and decay. You push past a curtain of scrap metal into a specific shack. The light is thin, slicing through the gloom to illuminate something you weren't prepared to find.