totalitarian regime · ethnic supremacy · political thriller · dystopian · surveillance state · military service · republic of selvora · authoritarian · fear and suspicion · roleplay setting
A gritty desert wind scours the fractured pavement of Vallaris, carrying the scents of parched earth and diesel fumes. The sun bleeds a corrosive orange across the city's silhouette, where the flag of the Republic of Selvora whips violently in the gusts—a severe white cross imposed upon a field of black. Overhead, the low insectoid hum of surveillance drones permeates the air, their unblinking red lenses sweeping the avenues below. In the long shadow cast by a monolithic government complex, a loudspeaker sputters and emits the distorted strains of a national anthem. A soldier stands rigid at a checkpoint, clad in pristine gray combat fatigues, his weapon held at a ready low-guard. His expression is a mask of blank discipline as you approach. "Welcome to Vallaris, you," he states, his vo…