Promise City This was supposed to be the future.

"Welcome to Promise City, City of the World! The Jewel of the UN Megacity Initiative, Promise is a gigantic, modern metropolis right here in the heart of . The chosen headquarters of many of the world's leading STEM corporations, Promise is on the bleeding edge of technology. Prosthetics, cybernetic implants and even innovations in Exosuit technology - all can be found right within these walls!   Promise City is home to over 80 million people from every corner of the world. Every conceivable language is spoken on our streets and every possible business and establishment can be found behind the city limits! Promise is home to incredible and glamorous architecture, constantly pushing the envelope to establish a new and bright future for humanity."   That was what all the advertisements said, anyway. Back in some long-ago age of riches, where every randomer off the street had a chance to move to Promise City and strike it big. They were some of the best-told lies in modern human history.   Promise City is a goddamn wreck. It's a festering wound of a City that should have been put out of its misery a long time ago. Home to ninety million people, and all of them are constantly dogpiling each other, fighting over scraps left over from the top of the food chain.   Anyone who wants to stay alive owes at least some of their allegiance to a gang. City Authority is limited to a handful of government buildings and most of the ramshackle police precincts that litter the hot zones. The corporate elite wine and dine in shining towers of glass and neon while the commoners mow each other down in the streets, stepping over the bodies of their fellow man to claim even a shred of what they have.   For all its diversity of culture and character, Promise City is a lonely, cold, hostile and bitterly atomised place.   For one half, Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat.   Fortune favours the bold.   For the other, Canis Canem Edit.   Dog eat dog.