Currently as the game stands I would not recommend it for 2 reasons.

1. The mechanics aren't fully fleshed out currently

2. The game punishes players for protecting themselves against thievery or recollecting your own stolen goods.

For an rp game its pretty bare bones. This indeed has the same toxic community you would expect from darkrp but with egotistical problems. You will hear nothing but people whining about how the criminal faction *scum* is underpowered, or the police *cortex* are underpowered.

This game is basically just cops and robbers with some middle classes to earn money.
The combat system for melee combat is barebones and garbage at best.

Range combat is available to you if you choose to become a cop or spend an hour underground collecting parts to craft a gun.

Currently the map isn't big enough to house new players on their maxed out servers. Usually the property is claimed by a group if discord friends or the property in game lacks a kitchen to even "survive" and Cook basic food recipes.

Sometimes you can join a server that is full and there will be no traders in sight. No stores being refilled and just players who can't own property. Most of the property is bought by a player who isn't even online half the time and just logs in for an hour to renew the property in-game.

The game is based in a dystopia future with no lore/background information given to anyone at anytime. From what I gathered the idea is society has been lost at some point. Now it's on the verge of anarchy?

The city you live in is anneurism 4. There are possibly other cities named anneurism but you are the 4th one. There are no women and what has happened to them is unknown. The only women is on the TV screens throughout the city. The governing system has dubbed itself the cortex, Their main goal is to make sure there is no violence and the "rot" is at bay. Everyone in the city is to fight the "rot". Scumbags are the bottomdwellers of this society criminally insane and shunned by those who walk the surface. They're cannibalistic in nature and wish for the rot to succeed.

The rot in game idk what it is. It could mean multiple things such as corpses, spores, cancer. The rot could just be a spore that causes you to get sick and mutates into cancer.

Game feels like it wants to be more with the lore, mechanics, brutality it brings to the table. But it falls flat on trying to deliver a *hard* experience. I just left disappointed in the community than the game itself. Especially with the blatant racism and misogyny.

Game has no rules so it's to be expected. But some things just feel like they weren't thought out all the way.

I'm a Prole, I'm blasting Chemlab through my cans as I toil in the Wasteland in search of metal to make axles for quota, a friend of mine tricks a Limitator into extorting a co-worker for all his materials by telling him the guy stole them from us, Cortex will believe whatever you tell'em in my experience, make use of that.

A slave passes by, recounting the story of how he escaped, and the bittersweet reality of it, he was free but lame, a cripple, both his legs and arms were mutilated, the first man I’ve ever met that I felt bad for.

Later some punk kid in a hoodie shows up waving a knife around saying we make metal for him now, I get tired of that noise so I get of dodge, I walk past a group of "bankers" arguing with the law in an alley, saying something about how one of their ascetic pals is pricing them out of the market with cheap canned bread, I see a bribe exchange hands, it's nothing I haven't seen before, happens every day, I payed it no mind, "men who wear hats" here are willing to splurge on muscle to keep'em safe from the unwashed masses like me, I would be lying if I said I wasn't responsible for some of that paranoia...

In a moment of desperation I have to drink from a public tap to keep hydrated, I get worms of course but I realize it's cheaper to buy the antibacterial medication to fix it then it is to buy sodas from the machines. They don't want you to know that.

By this point I had with the help of DeepSeek and online degree hacking forums managed to acquire the accelerated qualifications necessary to work as a Corpsman, paid less somehow, even during rush hour, Wartime, despite all the workplace accidents I healed I couldn't match my pay from a shift at the Metalworks. But there were perks, namely, when trouble comes around, and it will come around, both sides of the firefight tend to leave you alone, after all, the winner of the conflict is gonna need patching up, I made friends with a lot terrorists like this.

But it wasn't all smooth sailing, my pal who had worked his way up to Liquidator, a janitor with a flamethrower if you don't know, had been the victim of a mob, what he did to them was self defense as I understood, but the law didn't see it that way, no, he was sentenced to life as a slave, and none of my friends in low-places were willing to help me get him out, he spent his last days pushing boulders down a pit.

It was a sign of the times, of the kibble that accumulates whenever you turn your back to it, the rot was catching up.

I locked myself in my apartment and thought about everything leading up to this, I thought about the Cortex and how corrupt they were, I thought about the spineless Bankers, I thought about the Proles who dissented into mob-violence, and the Scum that encouraged it, and then I thought about myself, what if I hadn't been a physician for half the damn Cult, maybe I could have done something, I thought about if I even should've... I thought about my friend.

I took all the drugs I had found, synthesized, and bought up to this point, then I drifted gently into that good night.

Glory to Aneurism IV

my mic was echoing so i got beaten to death with steel pipes