The Riven Lands are a fractured realm born from a magical event, The Sundering which violently pulled people from countless realities into a bleeding scar across existence. Magic here is a vile, twisting curse, its power warping flesh and mind. Its inhabitants, xenophobic and without loyalty, cling to life amidst decaying lands, endless wars, and horrifying Gods that everyone worships in some form. Hope is a lie; only brutal struggle remains in this world drowned in cynicism and sheer cruelty.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (-4362, 2400) |
Featureless chambers systematically strip all individual characteristics from commercial workers. Numbered uniforms replace personal clothing, masks hide faces, names are forbidden. Workers perform identical town duties until personality dissolves into routine. Personal histories are burned to erase identity. Randomized schedules prevent relationships. The complete erasure of self-worth creates broken people valuable precisely because they no longer possess human qualities that might interfere with efficient task completion throughout the trading settlement.
Sterile, gray walls with harsh lighting; rows of identical workstations; workers in numbered uniforms and expressionless masks; no personal items or decorations; a pervasive atmosphere of silence and monotony.