WinterHoe
New Member
2050
Life has been pitched down into even further despair as YK puts more and more people out of work every day. It used to be that slaving in those factories and blistering your hands on sheet metal for countless hours meant, at the very least, a meal at the end of the day. Now the city can't even rely on that, as even global corporations begin to feel the strict tension, slowly cutting off the lifeblood of the world. Some people seem to have made a kind of headway into a new life, however, as scavengers. Sometimes lone rangers, sometimes small armies, they plunge into the toxic dustbowl surrounding the penninsula, an area that used to be the Sea of Japan. They hunt for rare and precious animals, hardy enough to survive out there, usually emaciated bear or bobcat, the occasional mangy sable. The sea receded decades ago, if you were insane enough, you could follow the water pipelines out to what remains, marked by colossal treatment cities, long since abandoned, running tirelessly into infinity. Most, however, have no choice but to hole up in what remains of livable space, here in the Yutani-Kandel Monocity.
The occluded sun begins to creep over the buildings, thick smog turning bright, life-giving rays into a cold, ambient glow. The workday starts soon for anyone still in the employ of YK. whether or not you'll be among them, however, is a different story altogether...
LOCATIONS
Northeast Sector: Residential and Border territory, holds the almost entirely squatted housing district, filled with various illicit activities and groups that wish to stay out of the prying eyes of the industrial center. This is also where you'll find the massive North Gate, and the only land routes in or out of the city.
West Sector: Entertainment district, one of the only areas left where intoxication can mask the pitiful dread that envelops the city, home to the ever popular, ever dangerous, 'Aqvarivs Nightclub'.
East Sector: The abandoned agricultural district. Food used to come from here a few years ago, now its the common ground for many black market tech dealers and hunters. The only original function of the area still working are the solar fields, far out on the coastline, unobstructed by the smog of the inner city.
South Sector: Port District, a vast maze of shipping containers, clogged streets, unholy storage warehouses, and towering monorails make alive this battery of the industrial menace.
City Center: The YK Industrial center, home to the towering skyscrapers and factory blocks that make up the corporate giant's main headquarters, at the very top of this dense cityscape, is the TK Tower, boasting just over one hundred floors of office and apartment space, rumored to be more luxurious than anything you've ever seen, and all at the disposal of the corporate elite whose feet you kiss with every pass of the assembly line.
01. Bullets, Bombs, and Bigotry - The Theme of "Dangerous"
02. Lost and Found
03. Smog
04. Rust
05. Concentration Confrontation
06. Decade
07. Lost Parts
08. Angel of Death
09. A Look Inside
10. Monorail Battle
11. Five by Five
12. Biodigital Jazz, Man
13. Solar Fields
14. Towers and Lights
15. Sea Wastes
16. Yutani-Kandel
17. Aquarius I
18. Aquarius II
19. Aquarius Battle
20. Something Comforting
21. Hunter
22. Burn
23. Post-Modern Sleaze
24. Bloom
25. Crystalline
PLAYLIST
The Yutani-Kandel Corporate Monocity, Southwest of Vladivostok, Russia. The clock has just ticked over to the year 2050, and what's left of the world is trying build itself back up after years of consumption following the outbreak of the Covid-19 virus led to vast socio-economic collapse and a period of martial law.
The United Nations has had to rely on several megacorporations to survive. This has given them a veritable carte blanche to operate as they will, tearing apart once stable societies and small local governments. The Yutani-Kandel Biotechnology Firm has taken hold of most of the Asian continent, plastering their name on anything and everything, entire countries are now borderless and chaotic without so much as a hope outside of the daily meal for employees. More than 20 Million people clutter the streets of the YK Monocity in southern Russia most of them working for the golden giant, cornered into compliance, or to choose death. Recent shortages of food and water, even among the employed, have forced sections of the population to face the Sea-Wastes in search of a better place to live, or risk the famine of the home they once knew.
The game is simple, survive, with much attention being paid to cybernetic modification, black market trade, and street warfare. Under the boot of the monolithic YK industrial complex, the city is your home, enemy, and ally. You, the players, can adopt a diverse collection of character archetypes, ranging from hardwired mercenaries with psycholinked weapons and boosted reflexes, to Armani-wearing street moguls who make and break lives with the stroke of a pen. Any persona existing in this strange and broken environment can be yours to command. Your job is to survive, either barely, by the straps of your boots, or large, and by means only dreamt of by lesser people.
2050
The streets are littered as a toxic breeze rolls down a moist, hidden alleyway, corrupted by exhausts and smoke and poisoned by unrest. A weeks-old newpaper catches messily on a lamppost, torn slightly in the gust, the headline is grotesque. "1,400 put onto the streets as food shortage continues". The Yutani-Kandel corporation's own golden logo on the corner of the paper, smeared by grease and rain. It's been months since supplies started to dwindle, and rumor has it that soon they'll stop completely. The skeletal, barely breathing bodies of children huddled around a nearby garbage fire, sparked onto guard by a rogue mouse, scurrying into the sewer.
Life has been pitched down into even further despair as YK puts more and more people out of work every day. It used to be that slaving in those factories and blistering your hands on sheet metal for countless hours meant, at the very least, a meal at the end of the day. Now the city can't even rely on that, as even global corporations begin to feel the strict tension, slowly cutting off the lifeblood of the world. Some people seem to have made some kind of headway into a new life, however, as scavengers. Sometimes lone rangers, sometimes small armies, they plunge into the toxic dustbowl surrounding the penninsula, an area that used to be the Sea of Japan. They hunt for rare and precious animals, hardy enough to survive out there, usually emaciated bear or bobcat, the occasional mangy sable. The sea receded decades ago, if you were insane enough, you could follow the water pipelines out to what remains, marked by colossal treatment cities, long since abandoned, running tirelessly into infinity.
The occluded sun begins to creep over the buildings, thick smog turning bright, life-giving rays into a cold, ambient glow. The workday starts soon for anyone still in the employ of YK. whether or not you'll be among them, however, is a different story altogether...
LOCATIONS
Northeast Sector: Residential and Border territory, holds the almost entirely squatted housing district, filled with various illicit activities and groups that wish to stay out of the prying eyes of the industrial center. This is also where you'll find the massive North Gate, and the only land routes in or out of the city.
West Sector: Entertainment district, one of the only areas left where intoxication can mask the pitiful dread that envelops the city, home to the ever popular, ever dangerous, 'Водолей (Vodoley) Club'.
East Sector: The abandoned agricultural district. Food used to come from here a few years ago, now its the common ground for many black market tech dealers and hunters. The only original function of the area still working are the solar fields, far out on the coastline, unobstructed by the smog of the inner city.
South Sector: Port District, a vast maze of shipping containers, clogged streets, unholy storage warehouses, and towering monorails make alive this battery of the industrial menace.
City Center: The YK Industrial center, home to the towering skyscrapers and factory blocks that make up the corporate giant's main headquarters, at the very top of this dense cityscape, is the TK Tower, boasting just over one hundred floors of office and apartment space, rumored to be more luxurious than anything you've ever seen, and all at the disposal of the corporate elite whose feet you kiss with every pass of the assembly line.
Additional Lore
|Characters|
Typhoon: Easily the most popular black market tech and weapons dealer, a short, but confident Russian man with enough cybernetic modifications to make a microwave blush. He speaks better English that most people assume, albeit with a slight accent. He always has what you need, but the price point is bound to fluctuate. His dealings and popularity have put him in a tough place recently regarding law enforcement...
Darren Korb: Owner and chief tender of bar at the popular nightclub "Aqvarivs". This american transplant came to the city an indeterminate amount of years ago, and almost immediately lost his daughter Eden to the YK work camps. After she died alone and starving in a state-built cage, he went off the deep end and turned a dance club into a heavily defended terrorist nerve center. He still knows how to make a good drink, though.
|Locations|
Aqvarivs Club: A popular nightclub and stomping grounds for the less savory members of society. The club's owner, Darren, is a well known anti-state activist, and hardass. At Aqvarivs, between the hours of sunset and sunrise, the music is always loud enough to drown out even the most illicit of conversations.
|Organizations|
Decade: A bounty hunter operation headquartered in a private unit above the Aqvarivs nightclub. Little is known publicly about these elite killers, but most people say that in these times, post-calendar, if you even so much as hear whispers of a month and day, you had sure better not have a bounty on your head, because if you do, its already too late.
At the top of the hunter food chain is Millennium, founder of Decade and easily the most dangerous single individual in the city. Below the man himself are twelve months, dated 1st through 12th. Each member of decade is assigned the month of the individual they killed to gain access, as well as a number indicating their position within the hierarchy. So far every month has been replaced at least once save for January 1, Decade's second in command and Millennium's right hand.
Kaiga Security Detail: A private military contractor employed by Yutani-Kandel as city police. Their patrols are found primarily in the city center, and grow more and more scarce as you move toward the outskirts. These heavily armed, heavily armored guards are basically a small army that can and will detain or kill you on the spot for even so much as thinking dissenting thoughts.
|Technology|
[tbd]
The United Nations has had to rely on several megacorporations to survive. This has given them a veritable carte blanche to operate as they will, tearing apart once stable societies and small local governments. The Yutani-Kandel Biotechnology Firm has taken hold of most of the Asian continent, plastering their name on anything and everything, entire countries are now borderless and chaotic without so much as a hope outside of the daily meal for employees. More than 20 Million people clutter the streets of the YK Monocity in southern Russia most of them working for the golden giant, cornered into compliance, or to choose death. Recent shortages of food and water, even among the employed, have forced sections of the population to face the Sea-Wastes in search of a better place to live, or risk the famine of the home they once knew.
The game is simple, survive, with much attention being paid to cybernetic modification, black market trade, and street warfare. Under the boot of the monolithic YK industrial complex, the city is your home, enemy, and ally. You, the players, can adopt a diverse collection of character archetypes, ranging from hardwired mercenaries with psycholinked weapons and boosted reflexes, to Armani-wearing street moguls who make and break lives with the stroke of a pen. Any persona existing in this strange and broken environment can be yours to command. Your job is to survive, either barely, by the straps of your boots, or large, and by means only dreamt of by lesser people.
2050
The streets are littered as a toxic breeze rolls down a moist, hidden alleyway, corrupted by exhausts and smoke and poisoned by unrest. A weeks-old newpaper catches messily on a lamppost, torn slightly in the gust, the headline is grotesque. "1,400 put onto the streets as food shortage continues". The Yutani-Kandel corporation's own golden logo on the corner of the paper, smeared by grease and rain. It's been months since supplies started to dwindle, and rumor has it that soon they'll stop completely. The skeletal, barely breathing bodies of children huddled around a nearby garbage fire, sparked onto guard by a rogue mouse, scurrying into the sewer.
Life has been pitched down into even further despair as YK puts more and more people out of work every day. It used to be that slaving in those factories and blistering your hands on sheet metal for countless hours meant, at the very least, a meal at the end of the day. Now the city can't even rely on that, as even global corporations begin to feel the strict tension, slowly cutting off the lifeblood of the world. Some people seem to have made some kind of headway into a new life, however, as scavengers. Sometimes lone rangers, sometimes small armies, they plunge into the toxic dustbowl surrounding the penninsula, an area that used to be the Sea of Japan. They hunt for rare and precious animals, hardy enough to survive out there, usually emaciated bear or bobcat, the occasional mangy sable. The sea receded decades ago, if you were insane enough, you could follow the water pipelines out to what remains, marked by colossal treatment cities, long since abandoned, running tirelessly into infinity.
The occluded sun begins to creep over the buildings, thick smog turning bright, life-giving rays into a cold, ambient glow. The workday starts soon for anyone still in the employ of YK. whether or not you'll be among them, however, is a different story altogether...
LOCATIONS
Northeast Sector: Residential and Border territory, holds the almost entirely squatted housing district, filled with various illicit activities and groups that wish to stay out of the prying eyes of the industrial center. This is also where you'll find the massive North Gate, and the only land routes in or out of the city.
West Sector: Entertainment district, one of the only areas left where intoxication can mask the pitiful dread that envelops the city, home to the ever popular, ever dangerous, 'Водолей (Vodoley) Club'.
East Sector: The abandoned agricultural district. Food used to come from here a few years ago, now its the common ground for many black market tech dealers and hunters. The only original function of the area still working are the solar fields, far out on the coastline, unobstructed by the smog of the inner city.
South Sector: Port District, a vast maze of shipping containers, clogged streets, unholy storage warehouses, and towering monorails make alive this battery of the industrial menace.
City Center: The YK Industrial center, home to the towering skyscrapers and factory blocks that make up the corporate giant's main headquarters, at the very top of this dense cityscape, is the TK Tower, boasting just over one hundred floors of office and apartment space, rumored to be more luxurious than anything you've ever seen, and all at the disposal of the corporate elite whose feet you kiss with every pass of the assembly line.
Additional Lore
|Characters|
Typhoon: Easily the most popular black market tech and weapons dealer, a short, but confident Russian man with enough cybernetic modifications to make a microwave blush. He speaks better English that most people assume, albeit with a slight accent. He always has what you need, but the price point is bound to fluctuate. His dealings and popularity have put him in a tough place recently regarding law enforcement...
Darren Korb: Owner and chief tender of bar at the popular nightclub "Aqvarivs". This american transplant came to the city an indeterminate amount of years ago, and almost immediately lost his daughter Eden to the YK work camps. After she died alone and starving in a state-built cage, he went off the deep end and turned a dance club into a heavily defended terrorist nerve center. He still knows how to make a good drink, though.
|Locations|
Aqvarivs Club: A popular nightclub and stomping grounds for the less savory members of society. The club's owner, Darren, is a well known anti-state activist, and hardass. At Aqvarivs, between the hours of sunset and sunrise, the music is always loud enough to drown out even the most illicit of conversations.
|Organizations|
Decade: A bounty hunter operation headquartered in a private unit above the Aqvarivs nightclub. Little is known publicly about these elite killers, but most people say that in these times, post-calendar, if you even so much as hear whispers of a month and day, you had sure better not have a bounty on your head, because if you do, its already too late.
At the top of the hunter food chain is Millennium, founder of Decade and easily the most dangerous single individual in the city. Below the man himself are twelve months, dated 1st through 12th. Each member of decade is assigned the month of the individual they killed to gain access, as well as a number indicating their position within the hierarchy. So far every month has been replaced at least once save for January 1, Decade's second in command and Millennium's right hand.
Kaiga Security Detail: A private military contractor employed by Yutani-Kandel as city police. Their patrols are found primarily in the city center, and grow more and more scarce as you move toward the outskirts. These heavily armed, heavily armored guards are basically a small army that can and will detain or kill you on the spot for even so much as thinking dissenting thoughts.
|Technology|
[tbd]
Last edited:
