Stepping onto the street from the Sudden Death Bar & Grill the distinctive smell of the sprawl assaults your nostrils. The sound of a hundred vehicles melded into a single drone reaches your ears, punctuated by the occasional sudden roar of a bike or whine of a turbo. The cracked pavement beneath your feet is caked with the muck and grime of a xenophobic populace intent on day to day survival, sparing no thought for the tomorrow after that. Thugs in gang colours skulk in nearby alleys while businessmen walk the open streets, as might sheep flock to avoid the wolf.

Corporations rule the economic boundaries of the world, the government broke and forgotten. Economic epicenter to the city, CMD jealously guards its control, ever mindful of the threat of a corporate uprising against it. A stark contrast, the poor areas to the south hover a step above wasteland. Rife with dealers, prostitutes and stand-over men, the gritty feel of Darwinian survivial is thick in the air.

Gangs run rampant, taking what they will and doing as they please while not under the nose of the ill-prepared police force, content to trust the gangs to keep check on each others power. Information brokers crash through systems, capitalistic fighters in the Net, working for any willing to pay their dues. Do unto others, be the whole of the law.

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