City of Remnants: The Path to Survival
Hey there! So, you’re interested in City of Remnants, huh? Well, let me tell you, this game is quite the adventure. It’s all about surviving and thriving in a city teeming with danger and opportunity. You’ll have to make some tough choices, but hey, that’s what makes it exciting!
Now, let’s talk about something important – the path to survival. It’s not an easy road, but I’ll be here to guide you through it.
First things first, you need to understand the city. It’s a bit of a mystery, filled with different factions vying for control. Each faction has its own strengths and weaknesses, so you’ll have to choose wisely. Remember, in this city, knowledge is power, and being aware of who’s who can make all the difference.
But wait, there’s more! You’ll also need to think about resources. The city can be harsh, and you’ll have to scavenge for supplies to keep yourself going. It’s a tough world out there, but with a bit of strategy and luck, you can make it.
Speaking of strategy, you’ll need to make some tough decisions along the way. This is where your leadership skills come into play. You’ll have to manage your faction, make alliances, and sometimes even break them. It’s all about finding your place in this gritty world and doing what it takes to survive.
And if you’re feeling extra adventurous, you can try your hand at some combat. Yeah, things can get pretty intense in this city. But hey, that’s part of the fun, right? Just remember, every action has consequences, so choose your battles wisely.
So, there you have it. The path to survival in City of Remnants is all about understanding the city, managing your resources, making tough decisions, and embracing the thrill of combat. It’s an exciting world out there, and I can’t wait to see what you make of it. Good luck!
The sound of thunder fills the air, shaking the shanty made of sheets of metal. From inside, the rain pours down like a waterfall from above. Inside this makeshift home, water drips and streams through the numerous holes in the ceiling.
I find shelter in a dry corner, clutching my toolbox tightly. Inside this worn-out, red toolbox are my most treasured possessions: a faded photo of the man I called father, a silver ring I discovered on the lifeless body of a child, a piece of cloth imbued with a sweet scent that brings back memories of my childhood, and most importantly, the mirror.
This mirror, though cracked in the upper left corner, is a true relic. It is an object from another world, a world that shouldn’t exist.
I sit here, huddled in a corner, as the thunder crashes overhead. In these dark times, the thunder and rain offer a small comfort. They drown out the noise of danger approaching, whether it be the Yugai control officers or malicious thugs seeking anything they can salvage. It’s a harsh reality, and it keeps me on edge.
I close my eyes, trying to escape this bleak existence. I imagine holding a mirror in my hands, just like the ladies in the stories I’ve heard about blue skies and plentiful food. But I rarely look into the mirror myself, as it only brings pain. The reflection that greets me is one of a pathetic, gray figure in a world that’s been completely destroyed.
But tomorrow brings hope. Tomorrow is payday, and that means I can finally eat. It’s a small victory in this desolate landscape.
The following day is much like any other day – more gray, oddly hot rain. It’s a scene that has become all too familiar. I spend sixteen grueling hours toiling away in the level seven vats of the reclamation plant. It’s hard work, but it’s what keeps me alive.
Working in those overcrowded catacombs can be really dangerous. Every day, people die because of accidents caused by machines that are not well maintained or simply because they are exhausted. But today is different for me. It’s payday and I can’t wait to enjoy a good meal. However, going home is more risky than usual. There are muggers roaming the city, taking advantage of payday just like me.
The Yugai control officers are also out on the streets, walking silently in the pouring rain. They don’t need to say anything because their guns speak for them in the darkness. Their retinal scanners scan the alleyways and tunnels, looking for any signs of trouble. Today, I need to be extra cautious.
I fill my belly with paste noodles from a food cart. The hot broth is filled with starch and protein, which will keep me fueled for the journey home. I decide to take the catwalks that run high above the Hub, even though they are usually crowded.
Walking the catwalks in the pouring rain can be perilous, but it also means I have the rare opportunity to be alone up there. I trust my footing more than the bustling streets below. I casually brush off one of Ret’s recruiters. These gangs are savage, even worse than the Yugai. They prey on their own, engaging in a savage dance of cannibalistic survival.
Thankfully, I make it home without any issues. I quickly stash my hard-earned money in its secret hiding spot within the wall. However, my moments of peace are short-lived as the thunderous sound of fists pounding on my door reverberates through my apartment. No, not today. I silently plead for a reprieve. But the pounding persists, and a wave of despair washes over me as I clutch my head in frustration.
If she doesn’t answer, they might assume she’s not home and leave. But when her door crashes open and slams against the muddy floor, she knows she’s been spotted. Standing outside in the rain, water dripping off his slender frame, he extends one of his four hands.
“I’m here to protect you,” he declares. Min feels a twist in her stomach. She’s reminded of her own frailty, the toll malnutrition has taken on her body. “Protection,” he repeats. She sadly shakes her head. “I’m sorry,” she says. “The thieves took everything. It happened in the Hub,” she explains, pointing over her shoulder.
But he refuses to believe her. He strides inside and delivers a forceful blow to her face with his bluish-gray fist. She staggers, her mouth filling with the metallic taste of her own blood, as she crashes into the wall.
I shudder as I hear myself whimper, and suddenly, two hands tighten around my throat while the others rummage through my pockets. The force behind their grip propels me backward, and to my astonishment, I crash right through the wall. The thug’s laughter fills the air, a menacing sound that sends a chill down my spine. It’s then that I realize the true reason behind their amusement.
I manage to turn myself over, only to witness my hiding spot exposed in all its vulnerability. The thief snatches my hard-earned wages right in front of me, and as I try to gather my bearings and sit up, he forcefully kicks me back down. Leaning over me, he tauntingly holds my money up to my face.
It’s for “extra protection,” he sneers, as a final blow from his blue-gray fist lands on me, throwing me into a world of darkness.
I wake up the next morning, drenched and freezing. The rain has stopped, but my little house is destroyed. My eye is swollen shut, my mouth tastes like metal, and my back is throbbing with pain. Then I notice the toolbox. Crushed under a soldier’s boot, it lies open with rainwater seeping in. My father, gone forever, and the shattered mirror.
I drag myself towards it and gaze at the broken glass. I want to cry, but no tears come. Looking into the biggest shard, I see myself in a whole new way. I see the hunger etched in my cheeks.
I see the lines that don’t belong on a young woman’s face. I see the dried blood and wasted eye. My stomach twists at the sight of myself, and it calls out for food. But I have no money now, so I fill it with something else. Anger. It floods through me, and I look at my gray reflection for the last time.
I run, the block of soup held tightly in my hands, the large Yugai Security Forces ration symbol stamped into its foil wrapper. Behind me, the two control officers crush everything blocking their pursuit through the streets. I know that if I can make it to the sewer entryway two blocks away, I will escape them.
But suddenly, BOOM! A wall blows up right in front of me, concrete flying everywhere. I quickly turn around and see one of the control officers pointing its arm at me, smoke billowing out of the plasma conduit on its palm. The other officer grabs me by the head and snatches the soup block out of my hands.
“Citizen,” it growls. “You’ve been caught stealing YSF supplies.” Fear washes over me as I realize I’m trapped. I scan my surroundings, desperately searching for an escape, but the officer’s iron grip on my head crushes any hope of getting away.
Then, out of nowhere, the officer aiming the plasma blaster loses his head, spurting black blood from the stump of his neck. His body crashes to the ground, and the other Yugai officer lets go of me. The remaining officer in control powers up the generator in his armor’s chest, pointing his arm in the direction he thinks the gunshot originated from, but it’s too late.
My jaw drops as I watch the Yugai stagger backward in a blaze of light and sound. A deafening boom echoes through the air as his chest implodes, leaving behind a massive hole where his vital organs once resided. His lifeless body collides with the wall, a silent testament to the incredible force that just consumed him.
I stand frozen in disbelief as a figure emerges from the shadows. The woman’s presence is striking, her movements tense and exaggerated, revealing the weight of the grenade launcher slung over her shoulder. A vivid burst of color adorns her jacket, proudly displaying Ret’s gang emblem, while her shaved head is dyed a vibrant shade of white. She kneels down beside me, and our eyes meet. There’s no need for words; the fear etched on my face speaks volumes.
“Who are you?” she inquires.
Extending a hand towards me, she introduces herself. “I’m Min. Come with me. It’s time to cast aside your fear and rediscover who you truly are.”