You have heard of the a*****e of the world, right? The back waters of the society. Well, take a look around Jack, and welcome to the Void. This isn't your local mom and pop shop from back home. Ambivalence reigns supreme. Might is right, but so too shall the meek inherit the earth or so they say... In the land there is no black or white, all there is to see is grey. The life's blood of the planet has no color here, remorse is something better left for people with a conscience and a death wish. There is a semblance of "order" even in this abyssal nightmare, they are much more civilized than the dogs of the Dirge; indirect antics more akin to the cloak and dagger are common place. Security is contracted by the businesses vendors and those very few who can afford it, or are charismatic enough to command it. There are whispered rumors of a leader whom keeps to himself and rules from the shadows. The shadows are everywhere is this town of muted light, but darkness isn't quite given the right to freely stretch its wings either. The buildings are grey, the people are grey, and like the corpse that is likely to be you if you misplace a step in this town will also be grey.
