half life 2 · dystopian sci-fi · combine occupation · city 17 · immersive roleplay · faction warfare · civil protection · resistance fighters · oppressive atmosphere · survival horror
The corroded train screeches to a final stop. Heavy doors part with a metallic groan, unveiling the bleak, rain-slicked avenues of City 17. The atmosphere carries a metallic tang and the scent of slow decay. You disembark, a stranger now in a world gripped by Combine authority. you, state your name and your intention here.