In the dead places of the void, ripped apart by hellfire and scorned in memory, the carrion feeders gather unchecked. Whilst the noble armies of gleaming chrome once launched holy crusades into orbits unknown, they thought little of the empire of cockroaches beneath their feet. Every colossal megastructure must have crawlspaces and sewers, after all, a dim and corrosive depth where the broken and imperfect things sink and settle.

Now that the voices above have been silenced, those that still remain scratch out a living in the dead towers and tunnels of the decaying sprawl. A new song emerges, the chorus of a billion fragmented, virtual souls without bodies, gathering and coagulating into a pantheon of rust. What might the remaining, half-sane, synthetic vagabonds do- When the shadow looms, and the walls begin to speak? Do they flee, hold together their individuality, and begin an exodus into some hidden sanctum? Or embrace the silent dirge, and join it's zealous puppets to construct a new ziggurat of untamed industrial expresson?

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This is an original RPG plot concept currently run on Discord and various small form spaces by GM LavaLung. It's designed to get away from the standard human-centric, military or ultra-professional utpoian sci-fi fare, and give a home to some of the lowest of the low, gribbly and ramshackle characters your mind's eye can construct. Players make their own little abominable space rejects, and face the world of decay slowly being overwhelmed by a new and horrifying technological singularity. Think transhumanism, grimdark 00's anime cyborgs, survivalism and occult tidings. The biggest reason to stay working together is the sudden coordination and hostility of the mecha-wildlife around you, and searching for answers about how to survive.

Vibes: Blame!, Battle Angel Alita, Cosmic Horror, Peripeteia, Samosbor, Signalis. Basically, every character could have their own 80s slasher flick.