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A massive hole of unknow origin that has existed long before humankind even existed. Nothing is known of it; humankind avoids it as it holds a strong primordial fear most likely formed from evolution, as being near it causes the same feeling as being watched and hunted but also form a sort of morbid curiosity to others, any attempt of modern-day exploration or analysis led to never been seen again. Despite its nature it is threatened as any other hole, a punishment; where all the vile, disgusting abominations, failures and any kind of threat to humanity are thrown down there

On the inside, an overpopulated carnage city was formed where the scum of the earth die and try to survive every day, finding stability by joining and working under the cover of multiple barrios ( ”clans” ) that divide the city.

Despite their nature multiple residents have tried to escape the hellhole over the years to no use, nobody exactly knows what's keeping them in here or how they get here so the idea of escaping has been erased long ago.

All until one day..

The Angel


Guardian of its own prison

Somewhere between the lines of time it resides the story of an angel that was in charge of looking over the “world” keeping guard to the unstoppable pandemonium that could happen at any moment; until one day it was called to action. It was sent to earth to seal away a suspicious powerful entity inside the sinful “world” it was looking over, and so it did; the danger was sealed away but as soon as it was finished it felt a vile presence be wary of them blowing its cover, it flew at fast as it could to the heavens but it felt like the world closing in as it was hold down, captured and held captive for years.

Time doesn't mean anything for an angel, it waited patiently for a chance of escape enduring interrogations, torture and experiments on its holy form all while still protecting and fulfilling its role of a guardian of the “world”, but when the time arrived and saw a crack on the prison that kept it held down it was gone in a blink of an eye. It flew back home as soon as it could but on arrival its welcoming was denied as its holy form was not pure anymore, it was tempered, infested and ripped away.

It begged for forgiveness, for mercy but the rules where set, a tragic end was the regular procedure for such cases but it was met with a false promise instead, for it to be kept on earth to protect the holy realm of its corruption all while keep fulfilling its only purpose. The angels love of its creator was very strong as it accepted the new life it was given, finding adobe on the same place it caused its capture, the only place it was safe for it on earth; now being nothing but a mere forgotten condemned fool.

The H.K.E


The supposedly next step of human evolution

“The human-keruvim engine” was a major undercover founded project with the main objective of finally breaking into the holy realm and achieve humankind-made divinity. The device took years on the making alongside multiple unsuccessful tests and prototypes but slowly moving towards the goal, a huge leap into progress was made via the discovery of experimenting it alongside “flesh”, creating a sort of bonding artificial living organism that was not able to withstand itself but it became one of the new humankind greatest achievements, therefore the pursuit of breaking limits proceeded.

Many lives where taken, human and animals all taken and experimented on to check survivalism and gather data for further progress, new boundaries of technology were found slowly incrementing the size, organs and power of the device, slowly and disgustingly humankind where brute forcing and creating their own chariot to divinity

One shameful disgusting day when the latest prototype was bound to be tested, the divine light seemed to fade away as the engine went highwire, fastly merging and consuming everything and everyone around it; what it was left of it was a failure of a living being, a living shameful abomination of a divine being, many neglected it blaming the disaster into poor made calculations and unprofessional staff members but deep inside they all knew this was their own divine punishment.

The project was immediately dropped, everyone who worked on it suffered mass dementia or could not even bare what they have done as the cross of blasphemy pierced their mere-soul, the project was kept in the dark and all data was erased, the abomination was thrown into the hellhole to be forgotten and never found or brought up again, they all knew it was never going to come back but the weight of its creation still hunted those who made it as the engine kept living, evolving, slowly creating and forging its own body

The day of the new order


The day the greatest plan of history was executed, the day the sky bled open as it gave birth to our new savior. The day that raptured the veil, the day hell was let loose.

Currency


The universal currency within the hellhole is "physical media," or as they are commonly called, "meats." In a world where the depraved die every single day, documentation allows them to relive past moments, gruesome historical events, or indulge in their own fetishes and preferences.

Media such as CDs, VCR tapes, cassettes, photographic film, and even vinyl records, magazines // fanzines serve as the means of exchanging goods or services among the various inhabitants of the hellhole. Blank "meats" are the most common and not very valuable, usually given in multiple units for payment. However, depending on the seller, if a meat contains a specific collectible or personally favored content, it will have a much higher trade value. If it is highly prized, it may even grant unlimited access to a particular service (for example, the use of a tool or device).

The technomancers are the only ones who know how to burn media onto a meat using their PCs. They are the only ones who understand how to operate a PC and the small percentage that owns them, which is why everyone agrees not to steal from them or kill them. Other services include meat and recorder repairs, magazine printing, and even private booths where you can play meats if you don't own a personal player, something akin to an internet café.

The term "meats" has two debated origins. The first suggests it evolved as slang over the years: "physical media" > "physical" > physical = body = flesh > "meats." Others believe the term comes from the idea that people's souls are trapped within them, making them a corporeal representation, or their "flesh.”