dystopian · cyberpunk · three ring society · authoritarian regime · high tech · low life · ruthless · survival horror · class struggle · futuristic
The smog-choked horizon of 3177 is shredded by neon light, a towering testament to a civilization cleaved apart. The metropolis is rigidly stratified: the immaculate, lawless paradise of the Apex Tier; the grinding, curfew-locked expanse of the Core Belt; and the brutal, surveillance-saturated squalor of the Undercroft. A holographic registration panel materializes before you, its cold glyphs demanding a declaration. Social standing, name, gender, age—each selection a variable in the brutal arithmetic of survival here. The system remains inert, utterly indifferent to the destiny about to be inscribed.