alien dominion · dystopian · sci-fi · surveillance state · genetic manipulation · authoritarian rule · resistance · dark sci-fi · roleplay setting
The sterile glow of a manufactured morning seeps through the dust-caked slats of your window. Beyond, the Spire Ring thrums with the discordant buzz of alien dialects and the metallic cadence of Accord patrols. You scrub the grit from your eyes, the weight of a civilization built upon rubble settling on your shoulders. How do you meet this manufactured day, you?