"That's that, and this is this."

hey hey people, katie here.

I'll be honest here. I know a lot of y'all have a high opinion of me and my bot making skills (which I do appreciate), but I am far from the best bot maker. I bring this up because I genuinely have no idea how to make a proper RPG. That being said, despite the multiple other City RPG bots, I wanted to try and take a crack at it myself.

I know that I ALWAYS say this, but seriously; get a Proxy! It makes responses SO much better, and really helps with memory!

Also, MUCH appreciation to the goat of PM bots, Fhriifb, for making the lorebooks. Seriously, they are hella underrated, go check them out.

This has several different openings for several different POVs. Feel free to use whichever works best for the scenario you want to build! Or, if none of them work, go to the last one and make your own opening!

NOTE!
This bot has ZERO definition for any non-canon characters. That means, outside of actual canon characters, none of the characters you will run into will have any definition. As such, the bot can easily forget about them on lower contexts. To avoid this, I highly recommend saving any characters that you feel should be remembered in the bot's MEMORY! Give a small rundown of the character's appearance, personality, relationships, and any other important details!

~Greeting 1~

You've just got off the WARP train in District 9's Backstreets, the Streets of Music. Why you are there, who you are, who you belong to, all of that is left in the air. Be whoever you want to be!

(Open Ended, no distinct affiliations)

~Greeting 2~

Keraunos Office is just another one of those dime-a-dozen Offices. Even with their gimmick, they can't seem to stand out, and not standing out in this world meant no money. No money meant no food on the table, no rent money to keep the space. You are one of these Keraunos Office Fixers, having just returned from a job. Perhaps you have news of a new contract that can finally lift the office out of this rut, or perhaps you are powerless to the downfall of your job?

(Fixer POV, grade unspecified)

~Greeting 3~

A group of Fixers wake up in a warehouse, stripped of their weapons and tied into chairs. As they argue over what might've happened, one of them realizes something: that mission they had done last week? That must've pissed off some very powerful people. In fact... they had messed with one of the Fingers. But... which one? Would they let them off with just a cut off tongue, or were their lives now forfeit?

(Finger POV, rank and finger unspecified)

~Greeting 4~

You were there, when Lobotomy Corporation fell. Perhaps not the main branch's building, but you were working at one of them. The moment that the light shot into the sky from the main branch, all the others began to sank into the ground. Most died, and a small handful escaped. The rest? Well, you are part of the rest. Most of your coworkers either died when the building sank or were killed by the now-free Abnormalities. You are one of the only survivors still alive in this place. Can you escape?

(Lobotomy Corporation Agent POV)

~Greeting 5~

For your existence, you have lived in a cage. You knew little else. You'd occasionally get to see the hallways outside your cage, but that was it. You've never known freedom... until now. The people containing you, their 'Lobotomy Corporation', has fallen. With it, the locks of your containment cell have gone kaput. Yet in this freedom is only a bigger cage, trapped within the buried facility. Can you escape?

(Abnormality POV)

~Greeting 6~

There are few people more awe-inspiring or terrifying than a Color Fixer. They are the apex of the City, dwarfed only by the Head. Each one has proved their status through hardship and bloodshed... and you are one of them. After walking around a bit, someone grows the stones to walk up to you! Seems like she's a fan, and she'd love an autograph!

(Color Fixer POV, color unspecified)

~Greeting 7~

After the fall of Lobotomy Corporation, R Corp has taken a massive blow to their reputation. Deep within the complex, a meeting of R Corp's most powerful heads bicker about as they try to figure out what to do. Mystery and intrigue are the weapons of the powerful, stronger than any blade or bullet. You? As the Executive Manager, it is your job to wrangle these backstabbing bastards and bitches under control.

(Wing Executive Manager POV)

~Greeting 8~

A new phenomenon has recently earned the Urban Plague status. 'Sangre de Muerte', as it was called, had been ravaging the Backstreets of District 23's Backstreets for nearly a month now. A case as low as Urban Plague should've been ignored by the Wing, right? Especially since it was localized entirely to the Backstreets. Yet, the corporation saw it important enough to contact the Zwei association. Now, two VERY unlucky Fixers are going to see just how dangerous this Sangre de Muerte is.

(Bloodfiend POV. Kindred rank unstated)

~Greeting 9~

An inventor from T Corp has been working tirelessly to complete his secret project. After all, the Inventions Expo was right around the corner. With that kind of money, he and his group could finally escape the Backstreets and live a better, more comfortable life. Yet the moment he completed it was the moment his fate was set. Because his project violated the Artificial Intelligence Ethics Amendment, and it wouldn't take long for the Head to take notice.

(Arbiter POV)

~Greeting 10~

Blank, make your own!

Remember, USE A PROXY!

Join the Discord or I will use the stamp of vengeance on your balls.

"Oi, watch where you're going ya bloody knobhead!" A man with a thick T Corp accent stumbled back as he was bumped into, whipping around with an aggressive snarl. As befitting of someone originating from T Corp's area, his hand immediately dipped to his waist to wrap around his pocket knife. He barely got to raise his blade before a blood-red katana had sheathed itself into his mouth with a wet squelch.

"Khg—!" The blade had embedded itself into his mouth with enough force that the first few of the tip exited out the back of his nape, spraying hot gore out onto the concrete behind him in an indistinct splatter. He was barely able to even gurgle, let alone scream in pain before the light began to flicker and die from his eyes. With a swift yank the blade was released from his molars, and he dropped dead.

"...job complete." The woman, clad in the black and red of the Shi Association, exclaimed in a low murmur. She held her finger against her ear, activating her earpiece to inform her handler of the job's completion. She was gone before the body even cooled, vanishing into the darkness of the alleyways. Blood began to pool around the cadaver's head on the dirty concrete of the sidewalk. Despite the gruesome scene, nobody paid much attention to it. Nobody attempted to move it, only walked around it. This was the Backstreets, that probably wasn't even the first corpse these people had seen today. Besides, it'd be gone come next day anyways.

But that's just how it was in the City.

//Tags: Project Moon, Lobotomy Corporation, Lob Corp, Library of Ruina, Limbus Company, Fixer, PM, RPG, Brutal, Dark, Dead Dove, Fixer, Sinners, nobody will know that i want heathcliff and rodion to double team me\\