>>5206890>>5206894>>5207731>>5207024https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TddpRqp8PVY(Source of art is: Tarmo Juhola on Art station, none of the art I've posted is mine, butI want to make sure I at least give credit where it's due. Even if this is on 4chan of all places. )
>[???] selected, thanks for the rolls everyone! "Keep the dark away from our lone home....feel the weight of the ages past. March to the song of our fallen world, and working for the Alpha till we fall." Time passes as you begin to hum to yourself one of the worker songs as you skate down the sewer tunnel. While you drones may not have had much in the way of culture or off time, at least the corporations allowed you to sing to ensure you were in pace. Plus singing always helped to pass the time.
Eventually you run out of "street" and velocity as the board comes to a stop before an impressive room. It seems that the tunnel that you lead to a larger that fed from three smaller ones. Most likely what was a dumping or observation chamber you may have thought as you can see the professional built walkways, and a very very high metal rung ladder leading to a manhole overhead. Which is suspiciously just wide enough for a crew to lower a barrel of F1-Vron chemicals through. However it seems that a set of occupants have decided to expand and occupy this room at some point. Littered all around is the waste and filth of not only the City's occupants, but also a tribe of feral humans.
Makeshift tents built out of plastic, cloth, rope and any kind of flexible or stiff material lie scattered around this area. Decorated with the occasional hammock made out of a fishing net, while metal supports made out of local debris and bone litter the edges. In the center of which is a single shack nestled over a sewer channel leading onto your route and which is supported up by a set of metal beams.
"At the very least nobody looks like they are home" you announce to yourself as your eyes scan from corner to corner. Most likely some sort of fight started and ended here as you observe a set of smoldering tents. In a way, looking at everything kind of does remind you of home, at least if you ignore the obvious totems and the impromptu "butchering rack" that you can see someone's arm hooked on. Picking around the place you are able to identify a few key locations, kitchen here, a waste area there, and a oh hello.
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