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 |
Last Updated | 1 days ago |
Visibility | Public |

Coordinates | (-1052, -652) |
The dense, dark forest bordering the Boabos Breeding Grounds is a foreboding expanse within the Boabos Domain, acting as a natural, albeit sinister, barrier. Unlike the meticulously managed plains, this woodland remains largely untamed, its ancient trees and deep shadows harboring unknown dangers. While not directly involved in the breeding operations, its proximity means it bears the oppressive atmosphere of the domain, often serving as a dumping ground for those who fail to meet the Boabos nobility's standards, or as a forbidden zone where escaped slaves might flee, only to face even greater perils. The forest's depths are whispered to hold creatures warped by Ebon's pervasive darkness, ensuring that few dare venture far into its embrace, thus reinforcing the isolation and control exerted by the Boabos family over their human chattel.
This forest presents a stark visual contrast to the open plains of the breeding grounds. Ancient, gnarled trees with thick, dark canopies create a perpetual twilight even during the day, allowing little sunlight to penetrate. The ground beneath is a tangled mess of roots, decaying leaves, and gnarled undergrowth, making passage difficult and treacherous. Shadows cling to every crevice, and the air is damp and heavy, carrying the scent of damp earth, decaying wood, and an unsettling, metallic tang. The silence is often profound, broken only by the rustle of unseen creatures or the occasional distant, unsettling cries carried on the wind. The visual impact is one of oppressive claustrophobia and natural decay, where every turn deeper into its embrace feels like an entry into a darker, more primitive world.