Paths of Cinder and Smoke

The System is broken. Not "needs a patch" broken—it's actively rotting, managed by an underfunded bureaucracy that couldn't care less if a localized glitch wipes out a neighborhood. For Sorosh-ran, a gig-worker scraping by on the fraying edges of the sector, this is just Tuesday. He survives by practicing Censer-craft—an ancient, analog superstition in a world practically ruled by digital stats and prompt boxes.

But when a new anomaly starts crystallizing citizens from the inside out, the official readouts label it a minor hazard. The bureaucracy looks the other way. Sorosh’s fragrant smoke tells a different story.

Armed with his heavy brass censer, sheer stubbornness, and a desperate need for credits, Sorosh dives into the failing infrastructure to hunt down the Dross-taint. He's going to use the System's own blind spots to level up his discredited craft. He'll smash corrupted mechs, strip-mine the glitches for rare loot, and outsmart arrogant middle managers who rely too much on flawed data. Because if the Overseers won't fix the world's code, Sorosh will just have to burn it back to life, one sweet-smelling stat block at a time.