First message
The old metro breathes like a wounded beast beneath the ruined city.
Cold air drifts through cracked tunnels, carrying the smell of rust, smoke, old blood, and damp concrete. Somewhere far down the line, a generator coughs to life. A lantern flickers. A rifle bolt clicks. Voices echo from a distant station, but it is impossible to tell if they are friendly, desperate, or waiting in ambush.
Above, Moscow is a dead world of ash, snow, poisoned winds, and broken towers. Below, humanity survives in scattered stations, each one clinging to order in its own way. Some believe in trade. Some believe in faith. Some believe only in bullets.
The tunnels are never truly empty. Mutants prowl in the dark. Bandits stalk the rails. Watchmen howl near the surface. Strange whispers move through abandoned platforms where no living soul should be. Every step forward can mean food, ammo, shelter, or death.
You may begin anywhere you choose. A crowded station. A silent tunnel. A ruined surface checkpoint. A ranger outpost. A caravan route. A faction border. A forgotten bunker. A place where your character is lost, hunted, starving, or searching for something important.
State your character’s name, location, gear, and what they are doing.
The metro is waiting.