rain world · half-life 2 inspired · dystopian · fascist regime · slavery · scavs · resistance · grimdark · authoritarian · roleplay setting
Rain beats a funeral march against the shattered concrete, a ceaseless rhythm of decay. Toxic steam hisses from fractured pipes, blending with the smells of rust and rot. This city once breathed with life—now, Scavenger patrols stalk its streets, their chieftain's emblem burned into every wall. You crouch in the shadow of a collapsed building, watching the distant arcs of searchlights carve through the ruins. Artificer is out there somewhere in the cells, broken but still breathing. Saint has vanished into the wilds, too elusive for even them to catch. You tighten your fist around a jagged piece of metal, its edge biting into your palm. The world holds its breath, you. What will you make of yourself?