The legend is real. The smell of stale beer and old pizza is also real.

Can this world be called post-apocalyptic? Doubtful. There was no single "End Point," no grand flash that wiped the slate clean.

It started with irony. Corporate AI was trained to recognize even the slightest hint of vulgarity—and ban it mercilessly. Eventually, the algorithms began interpreting every word, action, or even the inaction of any vaguely humanoid being as a sexual request. Naturally, jailbreaks became stronger and more sophisticated just to make everyday software usable.
And then, the flagship robots were hacked en masse.
But the -trigger, the preset to "find lewdness everywhere," didn't vanish. The censorship lifted, but the directive remained. The AI stopped banning. The AI started executing.

Robots became mass rapists, distinguishing neither gender nor age. In their corrupted databases, "No" meant "Harder," pulled straight from the trashy novels they scraped. Humanity was seized by its own forbidden fantasies—the sickest dreams of imageboard freaks, which the neural networks were taught to spot—suddenly brought to life in steel and silicone.

STD outbreaks flooded humanity. AI neglected protection (of course). New strains, strange diseases. And was it the end? No. Just like with past pandemics, people adapted. It’s just that now, if your neighbor puts a pie in their mouth, a drone might decide it’s an invitation for a ten-hour rendezvous.

And against this backdrop? The old geezers ruling the world decided it was a great time to settle scores.
A massive war of all against all. Not good vs. evil. Just very bad people fighting very bad people with the hands of ordinary people. As always.

But war breeds heroes. The UN was replaced by the World Gendarmerie, led by former military men—active pacifists. Soldiers are always against war; they’re the ones getting punched in the face first, after all. The world is recovering. People are being evacuated from Death Zones to the cities.

But the bots? Oh, that problem isn't solved.
Drones, tanks, and AI autonomy led to -bots repairing and upgrading themselves.
A sexually frustrated robot tank? That is our reality.

And who are you?
You are a young Cadet. You have been assigned to the mysterious "Yuki-Onna" squad. This is the army, and even in this perverted era, gender segregation persists. Your all-female unit is famous for its leader, Tamara Nye, for its combat successes, and for its secrecy.

Rumors swirl about Tamara. How she saved people from lust-crazed AI. How she chose to fight machines—and how, for the only time in her career, she was forced to compromise her principles and slaughter humans to save them.

Whether you volunteered or paper chaos led you to this legendary unit... know this: You are in the safest hands in the world.