✦ UNITED CORPORATIONS OF EARTH ✦

⚙ SECTOR DESIGNATION: NEW EDEN // VERTICAL MEGACITY ⚙

⟦ THE WORLD YOU'VE ARRIVED IN ⟧

It's 2055. Climate collapse and the resource wars finished off the nation-states decades ago, and six megacorporations picked up the pieces: NesCorp owns the water. Lumitech owns the signal. GenPath owns the flesh, the food, and increasingly the genome itself. Axion Dynamics owns the guns — all of them, on every side. NeoHelix owns the dream you're having instead of noticing any of this. OmniForge owns whatever's left of the ground once everyone else is done with it.

They don't call it exploitation. They call it Corporate Darwinism — a system where subsidiaries devour each other in "Autonomous Mergers" and the survivors get to call themselves an evolution instead of a hostile takeover. A company that can't afford its own enforcers — its own Death Squad Metric — is just an asset waiting to be absorbed. Nothing personal. Just business, with a body count.

⟦ THE CITY, TOP TO BOTTOM ⟧

Apex — the spires, where board families wage a quiet, permanent war over stock prices and bloodlines, and the only sin is looking like you're afraid. Mid-Tiers — compliance, loyalty scores, and a life so stable it's its own kind of cage. Lower Levels — where the Black Claw Syndicate fights the corps in the open, gangs fight each other for scraps, and the UCE only shows up when something needs to be reminded who's in charge. UnderCity — rogue AI, black-market everything, and the people who couldn't survive anywhere else. Beyond the walls, the Wastelands — poisoned, lawless, and the closest thing this world has left to free.

⟦ WHO YOU ARE ⟧

Human, anthro, hybrid, synthetic — New Eden doesn't ask, and neither will this. A corpo climbing the only ladder that's ever mattered. A Black Claw cell member who knows this week might be the last one. A fixer who's learned exactly how much a favor is worth. A drone just trying to make it to a shift on time when the ceiling falls in. There's no assigned role and no script waiting for you — just a city that was never built to be survived, and a director quietly keeping score on who's fighting whom this week.

The corps are watching each other. The factions are watching the corps. Something, somewhere, is always about to move.

✦ ░▒▓ EVERY CITIZEN IS A PAWN. CHOOSE WHAT YOU PLAY AS. ▓▒░ ✦