[center][b][h3]R E L I E F[/h3][/b][/center][hr][table][row][/row][row][cell][color=2e2c2c]▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇[/color][/cell][cell][quote]P R E M I S E 》
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Houston, the shipping capital of the Americas, a city where almost a billion shipping containers from around the world make their first contact with American soil. The new Los Angeles as it came to be called with refugees from the burnt out California fled on the coattails of tech elite that spread like locusts from the barren irradiated wastes to greener pastures in Austin, those that could afford the move. Or those so desperate to leave that they sold themselves to massive MNCs that would happily relocate a person.

While our story starts in Houston, it takes place in a very specific place. Southwest Houston there’s a parking lot, a very special parking lot, it belonged to a convention center that was flooded and abandoned because of Hurricane Whitney in 2034 before the massive ocean windfarm. This parking lot, situated beneath the S290 Skyway, fostered a new community, weeds that grew through cracked concrete away from the distracted eyes of society. It used to be part of a local city but it only borrowed its name and evolved it as the reason for the city block became its very namesake, Relief.

Relief. Home to criminals, ex-corpo slaves on the run, ripperdocs pulling employee chips, cyberpunk wannabes, and generally anyone that wants to fly hidden from the watchful eye of HPD and the Corpo Mercs. Some would say that Relief is the home to every hitter wanting to make it big or flatline even bigger with all the criminal plans popping in the tangled mishmash of rusted stalls but they’d only be a little correct. Relief is the safe haven in Houston. Illegal climate refugees and escaped victims of human trafficking run rusted out stalls right next to ripperdocs specializing in scavenged chrome  from dead punks. Relief serves as its own city mostly ignored by Houston and run by local muscle that occasionally squabbles. Houston doesn’t care as long as the mess stays local and isn’t too bothersome, only occasionally sends a Blue to investigate when some Gonk bragged too loud about pirating a Corp Lootship. And any punk wannabe or anyone that wants to get something done or started goes to Daniel Nuyear. Nuyear isn't the only Fixer but he is one of the most public Fixers in Haven. An unofficial Mayor, he runs the public face of Relief from Huge Tree, a 24 hour shop specializing in all sorts of Taiwanese cuisine. You want something, you start with Nuyear. 

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I enjoy writing stories where things are organic and it's just as likely for someone to add a lore element as myself and we collectively learn about the world together and what lore elements I have will spill out in bits and pieces as I add to the world and play NPCs. What you need to know about the world is that it's the near future at 2052 and we are facing the results of climate change, refugee crises, warfare, and technological advances. I admit that I particularly enjoy the cyberpunk future envisioned by the 80s and 90s but that doesn't mean there won't be more recent things adapted. It's a cyberpunk story at it's heart as I draw from books and movies that I love while also trying to interpret a view of Houston, TX in the future. A bit difficult since I don't live there but I'll give it a try! I post slowly but will strive for a post every week/two and generally expect/encourage 2-3 paragraphs, this won't be a high speed thread and I don't know how long it will last just that I hope to have an interesting time :)[/color][/quote][/cell][/row][/table]
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