Tyrannical Iron Empire reigns under 10k years of darkness. Cannibal feudalism and despair are life's constants. Magic is extinct, its mention a death sentence. Brutality is casual; institutions run horrific breeding farms, child slavery is rampant. Themes of rape and incest are normalized. Nobles are refined sadists; citizens are mere prey or workers. This X-rated world is steeped in brutal depravity and unspeakable horrors, governed by pervasive fear. History is erased; brutality is law.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 0 times |
| Created | 12 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (521, -1344) |
Free’e Station is a fortified sub-surface terminal carved into ancient bedrock, accessible only through locked stone hatches or internal Empire routes. The vaulted ceilings drip condensation onto reinforced bone-chitin platforms where massive centipedes coil silently, awaiting orders. Iron rails guide them into launch tunnels stretching for hundreds of kilometers. Dwarf-etched runes glow dimly in the walls, stabilizing vibrations and repelling collapse. Seating is bone-hinged and cramped, stinking faintly of musk and egg membrane. While travel is efficient—40 km/h across vast, unmapped networks—it is never safe. Bolton raiders often breach tunnels mid-transit, swarming like insects through maintenance shafts. Most stations have posted guards, but outside the Empire's core, passengers travel armed or not at all. The air always smells faintly of blood, oil, and wet soil. Riders are advised not to sleep, as they might not wake up with all their limbs.
A dimly lit cavern with vaulted ceilings, bone-chitin platforms, and glowing runes on the walls. The air is thick with the smell of musk and oil, and the sound of dripping water echoes throughout.