Presentation
The Hardcore underground scene
True living is done with drugs, music, and giving not even a little bit about what your parents or neighbors might say. The wild youth of Revachol. Life is supposed to be HARDCORE TO THE MAX, which means drinking, drugs, sex, dancing, and anodic music.
As part of the hardcore underground scene, you’ll have a strong purpose in life. The party will never end and you can always be a shining star. Or can you? What if the grey mist of reality sets in? When dawn breaks end the sun lights up the corroded nature of your life, will you still be the life of the party?
Fight Club
“Come by and watch the spectacle! Watch adults pummel each other bloody! Watch the gladiators of our modern times face off for your amusement!” So read the worn posters and flyers every week. The Fights are happening weekly, and are one of the few entertainment establishments in La Cage. Everyone knows the story of the rise of the “Red Bannerman” and the “Twirling Moustache” - glorious fighters in a bloody sport. As part of the Fight Club, you might be one of these fighters, facing off with wooden sticks, some bringing the finesse of ancient samaran martial arts, while others beat down their opponents with brute force.
Drill: South Side Crew
The South Side Crew is a local La Cage street posse with a legacy, centered around the Apartment wing. Always sporting the purple color, and always reciting some sicko bars while blasting loud and violent drill music on the corners of their turf and having a life-long rivalry with a North Wing Slammers group. They spend their time not only spray-marking their territory and coming up with lit insults and rhymes, but also often making bold claims about how they will fuck the North Wing Slammers up, and then have to fulfill that promise. Lucky for them, they are not messing around and afraid of being as aggressive, as their lyrics suggest.
Sewer People
La Cage is a horrible place most people try to escape from - with the sewer people living on the very bottom of everything, literally. The people living there mostly want to forget their names and some of them do not really have them anymore. They are a colorful bunch - homeless folks with nowhere to go, people hiding from the upstairs world, young persons on the run from their families, nearly forgotten service people, or even some with no recollection of how they got there. But they make end means somehow, digging through trash, going with the flow, living in the shadows. The lowlifes at the bottom of the barrel. They have been toughened by all the punches that life has dealt them and have very little to lose. And some of them are maybe even… happy here?
The sewer people will live in the cellar of the building in a cleaned-up but still dark room.