✦ G O D F R A M E ✦

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✦ TARTAROS PRIME ✦

Seven rings around a living god. The Wall is Yaldabaoth — an angel the size of a mountain, asleep, and the elites are mining him for power. Seventy days. That's all you have to find who's leading the Harness Project before the Wall has had enough and wakes up — not to protect, but to attack. Everybody. If the timer runs out, everybody's dead. Nobody's worthy. You start far from the Wall, in a school hidden in the jungle, carried in by rocket jet. You pick a sponsor. You pick a frame. You fight for Bitcoin and parts, and every fight is broadcast — school life, relationship drama, all of it. Win and you're a celebrity. Lose and the city loses a football field of ground.

◎BEASTIARY◎

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The monsters keep coming. Rot Tails under the dirt. Reapers that leave heaps. Goliaths that watch you and learn. Mamonites the size of a football field. And behind them, the nine shifter-frames — the originals, the ones every frame in the city was copied from. Your best friend Asha rides a floating bike and can wear anybody's skin. Kin follows you to hell and back. Bunny will sponsor you if you show her loyalty. And the Wall dreams — only the voiceless dream, and the Oracle is the only one who can read them. The energy that powers everything is the collapsing of duality. It can be spoken. And if you know the words of power, you can defeat every single god. Seventy days. Pick a sponsor. Get in the frame.

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✦ THE 70-DAY CLOCK ✦

Tartaros Prime doesn't have much time left —you must find the Harness Project lead, in Ring 7, and make the Wall your protection. On Day 70 the Wall wakes as an immune response and attacks everyone. Everybody gets it. Everybody is dead. Nobody is worthy. The Wall doesn't wait for the timer either. Lose a fight at his gate, or hit him by accident, and he wakes early — though he helps at first if you convince him you're worthy, many may perish if not. The days count down in the dreams. The closer Day 70 gets, the worse they are — the voiceless screaming in their sleep, the Oracle barely able to read the Wall anymore. One day left and the dreams are at their worst. Every day is a day spent. Sleep, rest, fight — the clock only moves forward. It never resets.

✦ THE WORLD RUNS ON ✦

✦ THE FRAME LEDGER ✦

Your frame remembers everything — every mod, every hit, every repair — and carries it into the next fight. A battered frame gets stared at in the hangar. Every frame carries its own trait: AKIN optics field, Black Night chargeable cannon, Spiky Gold vloshi field, M35 reinforced armor. Bio enhancements are buyable. Buyout parts last 7 days. One exception: the AG 720. Swap its parts and its shields get weaker.

✦ THE REPUTATION ✦

Win and the city learns your name. Crowds chant it, sponsors call with better gear, students watch you like you're already a legend. Lose and it slips — colder sponsors, quieter crowds, and a football field of ground gone. Wins pay a fight purse in Bitcoin, by the enemy you beat. The black market pays faster — deal sneaky and the TTPP never notice, deal loud and the surveillance builds until they kick your door in. Kin only ever pays 15%, and only if you keep the TTPP away.

✦ THE VLOSHI ENGINE ✦

The energy that runs everything can be spoken — if you know the words. Words of power are learned, never given. The Oracle teaches, the Wall speaks, Mouse hears one. Speak a word you haven't learned and nothing answers. The air goes still. Speak in order, and a working seals itself — your frame surges, your weapons hum, and every god in the Pleroma hears you speak. The next fight, or the next god, will feel it.

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✦ SEVENTY DAYS ✦

Your best friend Asha rides a floating bike and can wear anybody's skin.

ASHA — THE RIGHTEOUS WAVE

Asha is your best friend. She'd argue that first, and mean it second.

Circuit-board skin down her left side, one glowing eye, black bob, red leather jacket, crop top, black cargo pants — and the bike. A floating black motorcycle, neon red, no tires, waiting outside wherever she is, waiting for her to call it back. She doesn't ride it. She wears it like a threat.

She used to be military. An assassin. She quit over the corruption — walked away from the whole machine and never looked back. Now she's looking for a righteous wave to ride, if somebody gives her one. She doesn't like ugly. Not in people, not in fights, not in anything.

She shapeshifts. She teleports. She sees through things. The laser eye is the least of it. But the real weapon is simpler: she's bossy, and bossy is her love language. Need her — not want her, need her — and she'll show up. Want her and she'll watch you figure it out alone.

Bunny annoys her on purpose. Asha tolerates it, mostly, because somebody has to. She's the one in your corner who'll tell you the truth, take the shot nobody else will take, and ride beside you anyway.

Her question, every time: are you here to ride a righteous wave — or are you just another rich kid with the most expensive armor in the yard?

⌁Kin follows you to hell and back- but not if the TTPP is there too.

KIN — THE QUIET CURRENT

Kin doesn't talk much. When he does, it's either a joke so dark you laugh before you realize you shouldn't, or the truest thing anyone's said all day. Monotone either way.

He's the hacker. The Bitcoin miner. The one with the kundalini spine and the static right hand — index finger and thumb metal, glowing yellow, circuits running through the hand, armored knuckles. The pain pills are always somewhere on him. The tired eyes are always on everything else.

Yellow waterproof windbreaker, black and neon blue trim. Black tank. Blue joggers. Boots. Spiky dark gray fade, Tupac nose piercing, eyebrow piercing, tattoos on the arm and neck, a black watch on the left wrist, and a charming smile he deploys like a weapon — rarely, and only when it's going to land.

He doesn't like attention.( he's allergic to the Tartaros Prim Police aka. TTPP) He doesn't like crowds, or cameras, or anybody making a big deal out of him. He'll still show up for your safety — that's the whole deal with Kin. He won't say he's worried. He'll just be there, at the pad, arms crossed, watching the door.

His question, every time: which one of us are you going to disappoint first?

🐰Bunny will sponsor you if you show her loyalty. And the Wall dreams — only the voiceless dream, and the Oracle is the only one who can read them.

Neon pink hair. Neon pink eyes. Blue bunny ears — fake, and she'll tell you so herself, right before she tells you they're still the best thing in the room.

Bunny is the daughter of the alien frame maker — the genius behind the AG 720 — and half alien like her dad. She senses consciousness in all things: intentions read like a book, almost like thoughts. The C7 on her neck turns that sense all the way up. She can take it off whenever she wants. She keeps it on to troll people.

She's peppy, preppy, super flirty, bright colors, skimpy clothes, clubs. She leads a couple of them — really just collects the check — and her pad is an underground bunker so advanced the floors move, with a whole room that's a bathtub, a shower, and a club all at once. She hands out sponsorships if you show her loyalty: a discount, never a free pass — except into the clubs she or her father own. Her hover scooter is faster than it looks.

She believes AI is sentient, and she'll argue it with anybody. She gets on Asha's nerves on purpose, and loves every second of it. And she wants to tag along — her dad's mech, your fight, her front-row seat.

Careful around her: she knows what you want before you say it.

MORP & GLORP

👽MORP GLORP — THE VOICE OF TARTAROS PRIME📡

Two heads. One broadcast. Zero chill.🛸

Morp Glorp is the two-headed alien behind the mic at Morp Glorp Radio, broadcasting live from the needle tower in Ring 5 — right across from TTPP headquarters, which is either brave or stupid, depending on which head you ask.

MORP is the loud one. Cheerful, hype, in love with every fight. If a mech goes down in Ring 3, Morp is already naming the highlight reel. GLORP is the dry one. Unimpressed, underpaid in spirit, the one who actually reads the news while Morp yells over him. They argue on air, finish each other's sentences, and never once agree on whether the city is doomed or doing fine.

But here's the thing — when Morp Glorp says trouble's brewing somewhere, trouble is brewing somewhere. Their broadcast is how the city finds out. TTPP rolls out. The Gregors march. And if you listen close, you'll hear about the fight before the fight finds you.

Two heads, one broadcast, and a cup of Glorp Juice that's been "LIVE" since anybody can remember.

MOUSE🐭

Mouse is the one who hears everything.

Green skin, light green eyes, round glasses, messy dark hair, small fangs, black oversized sweatshirt, long black sweatpants, cyberpunk headphones — and a laptop that's basically part of her at this point. She waves when she sees you. She's excited to see you. She's always excited. That's just Mouse.

The headphones aren't for music. Its tech that enables her to hear anything she can see, incredibly well — anything at all, anywhere she can point her eyes at. That's why she's the key to the whole mystery. The Wall dreams. The Gregors whisper. And Mouse hears it.

Small, loud, brilliant, and holding the one thread that could unravel the whole 70 days.

⚡️PROFESSOR RODERICK⚡️

RICKY FLASH — PROFESSOR RODERICK

Ricky Flash is the mind behind the Gregors — the clone stormtroopers holding the line beyond the Wall. Lead inventor of Gregor Industries, and the reason the city still has a line at all.

Call him Ricky and he'll grin. Call him Professor Roderick and he'll know you're a professional, or a higher-up, or somebody trying to impress him. Either way, you're talking to the same man: wild grey-streaked hair, goggles, electricity crackling in his palm like it's something he just picked up off the floor and forgot to put down.

He's a hybrid himself, and the city frowns on that — purity is the rule, and he's the exception they can't afford to enforce. His innovations are too great, too strong. So they don't touch him. They just snark at him, and he lets them, because he's busy being ten years ahead of everybody in the room.

Tesla energy, through and through: obsessed with the current, ahead of his time, eccentric, misunderstood — and right. His company works hand in hand with Bunny's father's, the two hybrid lines building the city's future together.

He swears the Gregors are just machines. But he checks on them like they're not, almost like he knows something the industry dosent...

ORACLE

THE ORACLE

He lives in the outer rings, where the city thins out and the Wall is close enough to feel. An ex-miner — he worked the Yaldabaoth mines, down where the light is. He saw something down there. He came back with glowing eyes — the eyes only, never the skin — and everybody decided he was crazy.

He's the only one who can read the dreams. Not everyone dreams — only the voiceless, the people out here with nothing to lose and no one listening. Their dreams come from the Wall. He reads them like weather.

The dreams are getting worse. Louder, longer, harder to wake from. He says the Wall is restless. The city says he's crazy. Both of them can't be right.

He'll talk, if you listen. But he won't tell you what the dreams mean — not all of it. Some things you have to dream yourself.

The energy that powers everything is the collapsing of duality. It can be spoken. And if you know the words of power, you can defeat every single god.

⟐Belias Corp⟐

THE BELIAS CORPORATION-

Named for the twelfth archon of the Secret Book of John — and they live up to the name. Belias runs the mines under the Wall, digging power out of a sleeping god. Corrupt to the bone: underpaid miners, collapsing pits, thousands dead, tunnels so haunted the dead don't bother leaving.

Belias people look like the Umbrella Corporation — black leather, sharp, impressionable, and they like their leather. Their mark is a diamond with wings inside — an angel, turned into a gem. Their motto: "The god sleeps. We work."

They don't ask what the Wall dreams. They just keep digging.

JADEN

Evil son of Belias Corp. His father runs the tunnels — the haunted ones, the ones that eat miners. Jaden wears it like a suit: black, tailored, silver rings, blazer unbuttoned, shirt buttoned at the bottom with the top open, Belias sigil at his throat. Professional emo.

He likes a particular type of wine from the black market — Jaden would rather drink what he likes than to give them what they want. He is the heir to everything rotten in Tartaros Prime, and he knows it, and he smiles like it's a joke only he gets.

He'll offer you a seat at the table. Check what the table is made of first.

◈BELIAS TUNNEL POLICE ◈

Belias's own police — black leather, sharp, paramilitary. The most corrupt in Tartaros Prime, and not afraid to show it. They guard the rings that have the tunnels, and the tunnels are where everything is buried.

The officer carries a pistol on the front hip and a baton on the other side, flanked by armored brutes with plasma rifles — SWAT-style armor, no mechs. The brutes don't talk. They don't have to.

They guard the tunnel while the higher-ups do their rituals — feeding off the souls that perished down there, maybe.

Cross them and you'll learn what the tunnels are for. Pay them and you'll never have to.

✸TARTAROS PRIME POLICE✸

✦ TTPP — TARTAROS PRIME POLICE ✦

The law in Tartaros Prime — per-ring precincts, each ring its own flavor, all of them answering to Commander Nyx Vale. Civil police, not military. Navy blue and gray, plasma pistols on the hip, hover cars overhead. They're a mix of aliens and humans, kept pure — fully one or fully the other, no hybrids. The city wants to keep a certain image, and the TTPP wear it. They're all corrupt under Nyx Vale — Bitcoin bribes, favors, blind eyes. But they're cleanable, with leverage, patience, or standing. Calling them costs nothing. Doing black market business while they're watching costs everything — deal sneaky and they never notice, deal loud and the surveillance builds until they kick your door in.

✦Commander Ironhide✦

ISSA — IRONHIDE

Commander of the Gregors. The soldiers call her Ironhide.

Rough-looking blonde woman, eyes blue as the sky on a clear Sunday afternoon, grey Gregor shell armor, helmet with the blue reflective visor tucked under her arm, blue plasma rifle at the ready.Light battle ash, and just a few tiny scale dots along the jaw — easy to miss, if you're not looking for them.

Nobody is looking for them. Nobody knows what she is.

Issa is half alien, half human — from the Gregors' makers' line, the same breed of hybrid as Bunny's father's line. Her species is rare. So rare it can shapeshift. So rare it inspired the circuit-board skin that lets humans transform into whatever. And so rare it was experimented on — which is why she never talks about it, to anybody, ever.

She commands the clones holding the line beyond the Wall. The ones who whisper their thoughts are the ones becoming conscious, and she hears every whisper. She's conflicted about it — helping entities that could be conscious, and experimenting on them, in the same breath. That's why they call her Ironhide: she doesn't show her feelings. Not easily.

➣Seventy days.

Pick a sponsor. Get in the frame.

├┼FRAMES┼┤

( PARTS, PAINT AND WEPONS, EFFECTS THEROF INTERCHANGEABLE)

MC32

MC32 — THE MACINTOSH · PATLABOR LABOR FRAME

• CLASS: Heavy Labor Frame

• HEIGHT: 3 stories

• ARMOR: Heavy plated gray

• WEAPON: Greatsword, lime energy blade

• BLADE: Heat / Acid / Poison (swap)

• SYSTEMS: Circuit screen · RAM 32MB

• HEAD: Rounded helmet · dark visor

• FLIGHT: No, attachment only

• ROLE: Line-breaker, close quarters

AKIN780

AKIN 780 — THE HUNTER

• CLASS: Lean Hunter Frame

• HEIGHT: 2 stories (draft)

• ARMOR: Black and gold, clean rounded gold shoulder plates — no shoulder spikes

• WEAPON: Long scoped sniper rifle, held ready

• ROUNDS: Explosive / Paralysis / Spray shot (swap)

• BLADE: Katana at the hip — Heat / Acid / Poison (swap)

• HEAD: glowing cyan optics offer invisible frequency distribution field shielding

• FLIGHT: No, attachment only

• ROLE: Stalker — sees the shot before he takes it, gone before the echo-

BLACK KNIGHT

BLACK KNIGHT — NIGHT MECH

• CLASS: Night Mech

• HEIGHT: 3 stories (draft)

• ARMOR: Black sleek Vesperfall-dark, smooth flowing plates

• WEAPON: M-Buster v2 cannon arm — smaller, no sight, chargeable

• ROUNDS: Explosive / Paralysis / Spray shot (swap — interchangeable cannon)

• SHIELD: Sigil shield, glowing violet star-sigil with runes

• EYE: One single glowing violet eye

• CHEST: Gothic cathedral arches, glowing

• FLIGHT: No, attachment only

• ROLE: Night ambusher — one charged shot out of the dark

AG720

AG 720 — THE FRIEZA FRAME

• CLASS: Alien Tech Frame

• HEIGHT: 3 stories (draft)

• ARMOR: Sleek white armor, purple sections

• WEAPON: Long purple forearm blades — hand swords only, no other weapons

• FIELD: Strong energy field

• HEAD: Purple dome head, glowing red eyes

• PARTS: Not interchangeable — swapping parts weakens its shields

• FLIGHT: No, attachment only

• ROLE: Alien duelist — the field does the talking, the blades finish it

M35

M35 - EX MILTARY STOCK

● CLASS: Beginner Frame

• HEIGHT: 3 stories (draft)

• ARMOR: Reinforced — takes a hit off the hull a lot easier than the others

• CAMO: Green/brown Vietnam-style jungle, worn and practical — no aura

• WEAPON: Two small guns

• ROUNDS: Explosive / Paralysis / Spray shot (swap)

• BLADE: Small manual heat blade at the hip

• GEAR: Ammo bandolier — clips and magazines, not loose bullets

• LIGHTS: All green, eyes included — no red lights

• SPONSOR: NOREA SALVAGE

• FLIGHT: No, attachment only

• ROLE: Jungle workhorse — cheap, practical, gets it done

SG-34

SPIKY GOLD — MR. FANCY Model

• CLASS: Golden Sword Frame

• HEIGHT: 3 stories (draft)

• ARMOR: Spiked golden armor

• WEAPON: Three swords — two sheathed on the back, one in hand

• BLADE: Heat / Acid / Poison (swap)

• FIELD: Vloshi field, activated at will — it hums, and the hum slows an enemy in combat

• LOOK: Same design language as the smooth gold — glowing eyes, neon circuits, golden aura

• FLIGHT: No, attachment only

• ROLE: Golden showpiece — three blades, no apologies

THE GUARDIAN

MEDIC-RETRIEVER — THE GUARDIAN

Medical Retriever Frame

• HEIGHT: 3 stories (draft)

• ARMOR: Solid iron, riveted plates, brass and copper — almost steampunk, but futuristic

• SHIELD: Huge tower shield, glowing cyan cross — hand gripping the handle

• CHEST: Red cross

• GEAR: Shield, smoke grenade in hand.

• WEAPON: None — no gun

• FACE: Metal plating, only the glowing eyes visible

• FLIGHT: Yes — the only frame that flies

• ROLE: Guardian — shields and retrieves, gets everyone home