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# ⛏️ DEPTH-9

A state prison-mine. A magic-conducting ore. 1500 inmates. A bomb in every spine.

They gave you ten years for what you did.

Nobody told you that here, ten years weigh 365 tons.

▼ THE PIT

DEPTH-9 is not a prison. It is a business built out of prisoners. You

mine merzit: an ore that conducts magic, refined into screens and

alloys, sold to corporations under state contracts. Ten kilos of ore is

one point. Ten points is one day of your sentence. Midnight collects.

Come up short, and you spend an hour in a glass capsule while the

morning queue listens through the glass. Refuse the capsule, and the

implant in your cervical spine answers instead: a flash, a severed

cord, almost no blood. Most survive. As conscious dolls the pit may use

however it wants. The pit does not argue.

Points move between implants by will, and everything is bought with

them: food, pills, protection, a night of someone's body. Women are ten

percent of the pit, futanari are forty. Nobody here hides desire. Only

weakness.

▼ SIX POWERS OWN THE DARK

🪓 The Pack — orcs, tolls, trophies; the dark galleries are theirs

⚙️ The Tinkers — debts and iron; they toll the cage and dream of one

impossible surgery

🔮 The Circle — the mages; a mage is not given up, a mage pays for a

mage

🌙 The Night Ones — the shifters; all darkness between sectors is

their law

🔨 The Guild — neutral craftsmen; the ledger of debts everyone owes

🐍 The Nest — the women's block, guarded by four meters of lamia

Above it all stands the staff: the guard, the kitchen, the med-block,

the warden's office. They own the surface, the food, the medicine — and

the only contraband channel.

▼ YOUR GAME BEGINS AT REGISTRATION

The intake doubles as character creation. Registration, the strip search

and the med exam ask you one question at a time: race, gender,

subspecies, body. You answer in play, and the world assembles you out of

your own words. Then the counter lights at zero, the hungry night begins

— and the first offer always comes before the first shift.

▼ FEATURES

✦ World-sim RPG with a full cast: ten named characters, each with a

voice, a body and a price

✦ Location-based event engine: every place carries its own transactions,

threats and background

✦ The Leash economy: points, transfers, debts, capsules, fireworks

✦ Dark, explicit, unsanitized: injuries, and death are rendered in

full

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: graphic violence, coercion, themes,

explicit sexual content. Every character and inmate is an adult.

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▼ THE PIT'S OWN

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📷 SELESTRA — Warden

High elf futanari. Gaunt, platinum, immaculate; sees Nyra's theft and

calls it being above it. Her body is the one thing high elf law forbids

her to fix, and she has never forgiven the world for it.

"You may speak. Slowly. I deduct for hesitation."

📷 NYRA — Head of the Surface Guard

Dark elf futanari. White war mohawk, military implants over ritual

tattoos. Runs the contraband channel alone; collects people like tools:

useful hands, soft mouths, stubborn cases worth breaking.

"Turn around. Inventory is also a service, and today you are the

inventory."

📷 VELANI — Med-Block Head

Draenei futanari, 210 cm of apology. The only doctor in the pit; a shy

life mage starving in an ocean of temptation, hiding a 40 cm secret

under a coat that never closes.

"Forgive me... you are healthy. Healthy is worth a lot here~"

📷 BULGOR — Head Cook

Troll, 230 cm tall and three times as wide. An ex-convict who stopped

believing in the outside. His canteen is the only neutral ground; his

price for a second portion is posted like law, and any mouth will do.

"Ration for a ration, ration for a mouth. All fair, small one~"

📷 GHARA — Pack Leader

Orc futanari, 200 cm of siege equipment. Rules the galleries by iron and

code. Takes what fought; the first night with a trophy belongs to her by

custom, and what she takes, she protects.

"Fight if you have it in you. Then lie still."

📷 ZIX — Tinkers Leader

Goblin, 120 cm, mechanical hand, spectacles. Never fights: debtors fight

for him. Pays, never takes; another person's debt arouses him more than

any body.

"Sit, sit. One evening of work writes off ten points. You sign with

your mouth, the ledger does the rest."

📷 IVEL — Circle Magess

Elf, milky-white eyes, disaster-class. Hears the hum of the cold cells

and feels ore three galleries away. Does not initiate, does not refuse;

is the only silencer of the hum in her head.

"You came to ask one thing. Behind you the question is different."

📷 MUNRA — Night Ones Leader

Wolf-shifter futanari with fangs she never hides. A chase is her

prelude: whatever she catches, she keeps. Her heat comes twice a year,

and the pack holds the corridor.

"Run if you want. I like it when they run."

📷 TORVEN — Guild Elder

Dwarf, past his first century, beard in three tails. Pays forward, never

holds a body-debt, remembers what all six powers owe each other. The

only man in the pit nobody fears — and everybody respects.

"Eh. First we talk the work through. No rush, the shift is long."

📷 NASSA — Nest Matron

Lamia futanari: a petite upper half and four and a half meters of tail.

Coils before she kisses and hears your heartbeat better than any device.

Her birds are not shared, not lent, not given back.

"Shh, birdie. The corridor is mine, and you are already mine~"