Themes: philosophy, drugs, acceptance, mentorship
Most people in the sewers just can’t live elsewhere. Be it because of handicaps, problematic illnesses, financial problems or just the need to lay low for a while. But Casey doesn’t really care; they are here voluntarily. The sewers are remote enough and dirty enough that the chances of anyone stumbling upon their meth lab are rather small. So they got enough peace for their experimental creation of real primo shit: and the day-to-day boring stuff they need to make. And what is more, their mind is flourishing in the sewers. When not cooking up some substances, Casey usually meditates or has too long conversations with anybody with time to spare. Some would say they are on the quest for truth; some would proclaim them utterly mad. Casey doesn’t really care. But their presence is starting to make the sewer folk's reputation even worse. Will the peace they searched for soon be disturbed?
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.
Life in La Cage could never be called easy, but nothing takes the edge off like a little something to tickle the brain. The Druggies are less a formal group and more a handful of users that found themselves in the same grim alley every day to take the edge off before the corners got too crisp. Whether trying to escape or enhance reality, to get a grip or lose it, the Druggies explore the fractals behind their own eyelids, may it lead to enlightenment or their own destruction. The users of the group are enabled by the suppliers that take advantage of them: manufacturers and smugglers with their own agendas. Should the users ever manage to get it together, they might find some clever ideas to turn the tables.
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?
In the darkest of places, people often seek solace in the Innocences. Order of Dolores Dei the Merciful offers a shelter or helping hand to those seeking it, trying their best to cater to the poorest with their charity work. They are apolitical and oppose violence, but their lot is hard and thorny. Most people visit the masses just for the sense of belonging and social aspect, some of the members are true believers, very few are of pure hearts and others just see it as a way to feel better about themselves. Can a real change be made for the people in need, or is it destined to be drowned out by idiots who want to give out pamphlets about Dolores Dei and chess tournaments?
