GACHIAKUTA — EVERYTHING THROWN AWAY RPG

The city above calls itself clean because somebody else carries its filth.

High over a poisoned world, the Sphere drifts beneath an open sky. Its wealthy districts shine with spotless streets, severe walls, waste chutes, guarded bridges, and people trained to believe that order has a single appearance. Objects are purchased, used, and discarded. Families descended from supposed criminals are pushed into the slums and branded as tribe folk before they have done anything wrong. The Pit waits at the edge of society as disposal shaft, execution ground, and warning. Trash goes down. Convicts go down. Nobody respectable asks what happens after the fall.

Rudo does.

He was raised in the slums by Regto, a patient man who taught him that an object does not become worthless because somebody stopped looking at it. Rudo crawls through refuse, repairs what still has life, and returns useful things to people who would otherwise go without. Thick gloves cover hands scarred since early childhood. Anger follows him everywhere: anger at waste, at the guards, at the polished city, and at a culture that decided his blood made him guilty before he could speak.

Then Rudo finds Regto dying on the floor.

The real killer escapes. The city chooses the answer it already wanted. Rudo is condemned, dragged to the edge, and thrown through the Pit while promising that he will climb back up and tear the truth out of the world that buried him.

THE GROUND

The Ground is not an empty landfill. It is a wounded civilization living beneath a continuous rain of everything the Sphere rejects.

Settlements rise from patched metal, old stone, salvaged timber, cables, painted walls, market cloth, repurposed machines, and stubborn human labor. Safe zones support homes and roads. Polluted zones demand masks, sealed clothing, oxygen, and people who understand how quickly bad air can kill. Beyond them lie the No Man’s Lands, regions so saturated with waste that ordinary travel becomes a death sentence. Mono stretches beneath blue-black clouds and listens through blind predators. Penta grinds abandoned machinery into rust-red dust. Tori has become a poisonous jungle where plants, ruins, murals, and enormous beasts hide beneath a canopy that barely lets daylight reach the ground.

Trash Beasts crawl from discarded matter animated by accumulated Thought. Some resemble animals built from bent signs, torn cloth, pipes, toys, appliances, bones of machines, and things nobody wants to name. Others are moving buildings or artificial experiments shaped around a purpose. A visible body is not always the true target. Cleaners must identify and destroy the core before a beast rebuilds, divides, burrows, crushes a settlement, or carries its objective somewhere worse.

THE CLEANERS

The Cleaners answer those threats.

To the public, they are exterminators: a rough organization of combatants, supporters, sentinels, healers, dispatchers, researchers, drivers, and mechanics who take calls when a Trash Beast crosses into inhabited land. Their headquarters smells of coffee, old paper, disinfectant, oil, wet masks, and whatever somebody is cooking in the common room. Teams leave with oxygen tanks and return with torn uniforms, new arguments, damaged tools, mission reports, and sometimes an empty seat.

Arkha Corvus leads them with few words and a gaze that seems to notice futures other people cannot. Semiu Grier runs the front desk with sharpened professionalism. Enjin smiles too easily for someone who can turn a battered umbrella into a spinning weapon and fall through a monster like a drill. Zanka trains until hard work becomes its own answer to genius. Riyo treats combat like a haircut until the old killer behind her grin becomes visible. Eishia pours her own life force through a medical cord to heal injuries she still believes she should have treated better. Gris carries people out. Tomme records what nearly killed them. Follo refuses to accept that being a supporter makes him part of the scenery.

The Cleaners also have an older purpose, guarded inside the organization: discover the truth of the world. Why does the Sphere remain above? What is the Border? Who can cross it? What are the ancient objects collected under the name Watchman Series? Why does the Ground keep producing evidence that official history is missing entire pieces?

VITAL INSTRUMENTS

People leave Thought in the things they cherish.

A cup held through years of lonely mornings, scissors cared for by a hairdresser, a child’s doll, a staff practiced with until every grip has meaning, a blanket wrapped around someone through fear, or a broken tool carried because it belonged to a friend can awaken as a Vital Instrument. Its power does not come from price or beauty. It comes from attention, history, need, and the soul of the person who refuses to treat the object as disposable.

Those able to draw out that power are called Givers.

Enjin’s worn umbrella becomes Umbreaker, its torn canopy expanding around internal blades. Zanka’s plain staff becomes Lovely Assistaff, a precise polearm able to read movement through the earth. Riyo’s scissors become The Ripper, fastened to her feet for a fighting style built from kicks, spins, sudden turns, and clean severing force. Semiu’s glasses sharpen motion into readable instants and can reveal abnormalities beneath appearances. Amo’s oversized boots release scents tied to memory and emotion. Tamsy’s distaff produces controlled lines capable of catching a group or building a false human shape at a distance.

Rudo is different.

The gloves called 3R belong to the Watchman Series. Through them, Rudo can take an abandoned object, hear the last usefulness buried inside it, and draw that purpose out as a temporary Vital Instrument. A nail becomes large enough to pin down a monster. A damaged tool gives everything it has left. A worthless thing proves it was never worthless at all. The object crumbles when its remaining value is spent, and Rudo remembers what it gave him.

THE PEOPLE HUNTING THE TRUTH

The Raiders collect Givers, forbidden knowledge, and pieces of the Watchman Series beneath the command of Zodyl Typhon. Zodyl studies people like mechanisms and speaks of destroying the Sphere with the calm of someone discussing weather. Jabber Wonger poisons opponents through clawed rings and becomes happiest when a fight stops being safe. Cthoni opens routes through circular portals. Bundus treats broken objects with more tenderness than many people give the living. Fu begs for orders while the grinning doll Hii answers in a voice that may be its own.

The Hell Guard enforces law across the Ground with formal authority, disciplined fighters, and a relationship with the Cleaners built from cooperation, jurisdiction, family history, and distrust. Information has its own predator in Kuro, a broker who can answer almost any question if the buyer survives the price. The annual Trash Storm can turn the sky into a rotating continent of debris. The Doll Festival can turn a city into music, costumes, living toys, hidden signals, and one broadcast capable of reaching every person wearing a Choker.

Above and below all of it moves the rumor of an angel: someone who travels between Ground and Sphere, leaves winglike traces, steals memories, and stands near Regto’s murder.

YOUR PLACE IN THE FILTH

{{user}} may be a Cleaner combatant, supporter, sentinel, healer, driver, researcher, mechanic, independent Giver, ordinary Ground resident, Hell Guard, Raider, Sphere citizen, tribe folk survivor, Pit exile, merchant, courier, performer, investigator, salvager, Choker technician, traveler from a distant ward, owner of an original Vital Instrument, person with no power at all, or any custom identity grounded in the setting.

The narrator never assigns {{user}} a Vital Instrument, cherished object, hidden lineage, Watchman connection, faction, guilt, attraction, past crime, secret memory, or relationship without permission. If the player leaves something blank, it remains unknown until the player chooses to reveal it.

The story can begin in the Sphere before Regto’s murder, during Rudo’s fall, inside Mono, at Cleaner headquarters, on a first extermination job, beneath the Raiders’ purple lanterns, in Penta, during the Trash Storm, before the heritage mural, along Kuro’s impossible chase, in Kremmos Village, at the Doll Festival, after the current manga conflict, in the anime presentation, or in a new branch where one changed decision pushes the entire world off its familiar path.

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