Midnight City Chronicles
Life lives in the dark, and Midnight City never sleeps.
It's a sprawling metropolis that lies in the shadows of the mountains, on the western shores of what was once North America. Its lights shine like a beacon in the night sky, a sickly glow reflected off the thick industrial haze visible for miles around. Spires of steel and glass scrape the sky, and neon lights burn bright on every building.
On the surface, it is a jewel of international business, home to the soaring towers of trillion-dollar megacorporations. It is a mercenary haven for all those looking to ply their black market trade, and a hub of powerful magic drawing students of the arcane from all corners of the globe, and a free state promising equal opportunity for all. It is a chance to start over with a clean slate and a new identity, a place to disappear.
It lures millions with its promises and ensnares them with its vices. Underneath the neon glow and mirrored sheen of progress and opportunity lies the truth. The true face of the city is on its streets, in its back-alley clinics, in its dimly lit bars talking biz over rails of the latest designer drug. The true face of the city is in its corporate cops and overflowing prisons, in its morgues, in its underfunded hospitals. The true face of the city is in its infamous Resident Protection Zone, in the concrete and barbed wire and checkpoints separating the real citizens from those too poor or too troublesome to make the cut.
It is a face of debt, addiction, corruption and greed; a face of murder and theft, espionage and sabotage, gang warfare and blood on the streets. There is opportunity here, that much is certain, but it is not equal and it is not for all.
From the crumbling tenements of the Eastside slums you can look up at the towering spires of the downtown corporate headquarters and realize the truth of the world, that the movers and shakers, the wealthy, the corporate elites -- they live in an entirely different universe than the average citizen. They shape reality to their liking, and everyone else is a pawn in their chess game or collateral damage in their corporate wars. Most ordinary citizens have accepted the status quo, at best hoping to waste away the rest of their dreary lives as a corporate wage-slave, waiting for the day that choking, cancerous smog finally does them in.
We’re not here to talk about the ordinary citizens.
There is still success to be had on the streets of Midnight City for those willing to break from the norm. If you check your morality at the door, you will find no shortage of employment as a legbreaker, a kidnapper, or an assassin. You can throw your lot in with the smugglers and dealers, flooding the streets with drugs from the Western Sprawl and black market cyberware from Shenzhou and stolen mystical artifacts from New Tairngire across the Atlantic. Maybe you have a mind for the electronic, and you can navigate your way through the spires of data in the Cortex, hack your way through layers of black ICE and siphon off a little digital currency for yourself. There are a million ways to survive here. The only question is how far you’re willing to go.
Opportunity calls to those with the guts to roll the dice. Are you one of them?