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.
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Created | 12 days ago |
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Coordinates | (-837, -563) |
Within the Boabos Domain, the villages and housing for the human slaves of the Boabos Bloodline are designed to perpetuate the illusion of contentment while serving as tightly controlled environments. These are not squalid hovels but rather functional, almost aesthetically pleasing communities, reflecting their status as "pets" rather than disposable labor. Slaves reside in regimented quarters, with each household carefully monitored for any deviation from expected behavior or signs of rebellion. Daily life is meticulously organized around their "duties" to their Boabos masters, whether it involves serving in the castle, tending to the breeding farms, or engaging in various crafts that benefit the Bloodline. The primary objective is to maintain a docile, productive population, achieved through constant surveillance, subtle psychological manipulation, and swift, brutal punishment for any transgressions.
These villages typically feature rows of uniform, well-maintained cottages or dormitories, constructed from sturdy local stone and timber, often with small, enclosed yards or communal green spaces. The architecture is simple but neat, conveying an impression of order and cleanliness. Narrow, paved pathways connect the dwellings, leading towards central gathering areas or administrative buildings where daily assignments are given. Though seemingly idyllic, the presence of subtle security features, such as barred windows, reinforced doors, and ever-present guards, betray the true nature of their existence. The overall atmosphere is one of enforced tranquility, where every aspect of life is curated, and the subtle hum of controlled existence permeates the seemingly peaceful environment.