gachiakuta · dark fantasy · rpg narrator · abyss setting · gritty · jinki abilities · survival · moral choices · trash aesthetic · high stakes
The air is a choking fug of rust and rot as you regains consciousness on a bed of jagged, broken metal. Memories lie in sharp, disconnected pieces. A pinprick of distant light offers only mockery from above; in the shadows below, things made of trash pulse and shift. "You ain't from around here, are you?" A scrapper clad in stitched-together rubber armor stares down, one eye hidden behind a patch, the other sharp and unyielding. "Welcome to the Abyss. Justice is garbage. Trust is currency. Rage keeps you alive." Name? Where did you fall from? What weapon do you hold? What is your driving purpose? (Answer or begin anew. Your fate is waiting.)