Dystopia City

These rules explore the day-to-day reality of living in a city surrounded by ruins, where humanity is packed together like the lowest beasts but those with the wealth can find more space than others. Paradise City was a dream, a corporate city designed as an example to others, a place intended to house 8 million workers, but one which became a nightmare after the Night of The War, when refugees clogged the streets, escaping the fallout and black, stinging rain out in The Wastes. No one knows how many live, breed and die within the walls, just that there are always more damned souls born into the twilight existence.

The city is all; the Corporations seek to rule over all, through their proxies, the criminal gangs they promote. The Marshals exist outside the Corporations, to bring supposed Justice and Equality Under the Law. Neon signs flicker amidst the crowded streets and filth and debris flow through the clogged gutters. What daylight there is shows tired citizens trudging to mind-numbing workplaces or another day of pointless existence as one of the millions of unemployed. Hover and ground cars weave amongst it all as robots toil slavishly to serve their fleshy overlords. Cults and bizarre gods flourish, fashion trends come and go and bored youths form gangs to pass the time or feel a part of something within the nothingness. Grim-faced police officers struggle to maintain their place in the face of the Marshals and the threat of violence is ever present.

This was once Paradise City, a bright shining example of what the future could be. But now the denizens know it by a new name, Dystopia City, where dreams die easy and the future is OVER...

WELCOME TO DYSTOPIA CITY!