Toska Gorod

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> *The city has a name, though there has always been disagreement on what that name is. Generally, the consensus is Toska Gorod. This name is shared by the Toska District, wherein dwell the city's corporate oligarchs. The city's caste is stratified vertically, as well as concentrically. The richer a household, the higher, and closer to the coveted Toska District, they live. The rich live in all the luxury a technological world can offer. Androids serve every whim (human servants are a lower class commodity due to their lower cost), and personal mag-train systems provide transportation to any who can afford them. The world of the rich is shiny and clean, but cutthroat and perhaps more dangerous than most would believe. One misstep and the vipers of the Toska District will end a career, or a life.*
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> *The safest social level afforded to Toska Gorod's people is the middle class. From the monochromatic corporate offices to the vibrant, bustling marketplaces, the general populace enjoys a wide variety of experiences. Apartments can range from almost extravagant to small and cozy, to near-shambles. All manner of jobs are needed throughout the city. Office work, manufacturing and machine maintenance, and retail are all well-paying jobs with low requirements in high demand. Everything that can be automated is, however, and new developments are made everyday.*
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> *The ground that holds Toska Gorod's roots is dark, grimy, and home to those society would like to forget. The poor languish in filth, but there are those who live amongst them by choice. The law does not often enforce its order on the slums below the city, and many criminals lacking the funds to cloister themselves away in a penthouse find safety in the grim shadows cast by the city's towering buildings. Murder, trafficking, robbery, and countless other offenses go unpunished and unseen in the city's underground.*
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> *Toska Gorod is a planar crossroad. The veil between this eternal city and several supernatural realms is threadbare and decrepit. As such, the city's mundanity is a veneer produced by its ignorant population. This denial protects countless entities from discovery. From a world of fire and darkness hail creatures of immense power and few morals. Called demons by some, and gods by others, these beings shred through the veil in search of amusement and power. From a dying world of life come another type of being. The fæ, as they refer to themselves, that travel to Toska Gorod are banished criminals, or else refugees of their dying realm. They build facades to hide their doorways, and distract themselves from their reality with wild revelry and psychedelia.*
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> *The infection of the city with these powers has had consequences. Pseudo-human predators stalk dark spaces, and use their supernatural abilities to take advantage of the city's unknowing populace. Many an unwitting individual has been dragged into the dangerous dance of magic forces against their will, and others still have embraced, tamed, and wielded the forces seeping through transdimensional gaps.*
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> *But even as magic poisons the city's blood, technology marches forward. Androids emulate human behavior without threat of dissenting due to sentience. Biohacking humanity's very genetic code has allowed physical appearance to vary without bound, and caused the demise of the hair dye industry. And change is always on the horizon.*
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> *The city is in your very veins, and you are within its. That bond is unbreakable. You are the city's and it owns you. So, when the city's droning, keening cries drift through the polluted air, what will you do?*
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