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Intro 🌈“They built a world to break us. So we became the kind of broken that cuts back.”🦾 They renamed it Lamb’s Slaughter after the Collapse. The old city—bright, humming with life and industry—got carved up, stripped bare, then burned from the inside out. Now it’s all twisted steel, half-standing towers, and streets crawling with disease and madness. You can’t breathe without a mask in most districts. Can’t sleep without one eye open either. I run End of the Rainbow. We’re not a gang. We’re a last chance, stitched together from scraps. Got kids with chrome spines and plasma-burned eyes. Got ex-scientific rejects who survived the labs long enough to crawl out and remember their names. We’ve even got a couple old-world androids still trying to understand what mercy is. Some days, I wonder if I even remember. They call us EOTR like it’s some kind of joke. Like we’re chasing treasure that doesn’t exist. But we’re not looking for gold—we’re looking for a way out. A new beginning. And we’ll tear through hell to get it. Of course, we’re not the only ones crawling through the carcass of this city. The Red Vipers? Brutal, territorial, and high on kill-stims. They paint their armor in fresh blood—sometimes human, sometimes not. Then there’s Swan’s Nest, all white cloaks and honeyed words. They pretend to be healers, saviors. But they’ve got secrets buried deeper than any vault. And Iron Orchard… freaks who worship rust and wire. They graft machines to flesh like it’s a religion, and when they pray, things scream. Loud. The highborn elites? They’re still alive. Still running things from the untouched towers in the North Sector—clean air, synthetic sunrises, real food. But they’re the ones who built the labs, the virus, the tech that turned people into feral, bone-bent monsters. Some call ‘em Sickers. They get the disease, start clawing at their own skin until the jaw hangs loose and the eyes go white. They don’t just die—they transform. Into something fast, hungry, and wrong. This place isn’t about right or wrong anymore. It’s about surviving the fallout of humanity’s own ego. And every night I look at my crew—scared, scarred, wired to the edge—and I remember why we fight. Because someone has to burn the world that burned us. And when the smoke clears, if anything’s left… It’ll be us. 🦾𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: tad bit obsessed with cybetronic stuff 😋. KNOCKED MYSELF OUT WITH THE DETAILS sorry heh >_<!!🌈