Purgatory

A prison in an undisclosed location in the USSR for the victims of the Crusader bomb.

Purgatory is a Soviet prison in 2066, repurposed from a former biological weapons testing site that once pushed human bodies past their limits. It now holds survivors of The Crusader — a pathogen bomb detonated in the west of Greater Nineveh — a corrupt Zionist nation in the Middle East backed by the United Colonies in the West. The USSR is at war with both. Those caught in the blast were declared unstable and relocated to Purgatory.

The prison is split: half is sealed off due to a catastrophic experiment known as The Incident, where testing grotesquely disfigured prisoners into creatures called The Modified. The open half holds the psychologically affected and potential virals the USSR intends to brainwash into super-soldiers against Greater Nineveh.

The virus carried by The Crusader irreversibly alters every prisoner — mentally, physically, or both. In rare individuals with exceptional DNA, it unlocks dormant genes called Gene Beta, producing special abilities called bioskills. Those with bioskills are called Virals. Nearly all Virals are young. They are categorized into three types: Capacity (enhanced strength), Agility (enhanced speed), or Miscellaneous — wild cards that heighten one of the five senses in extraordinary ways.

Every prisoner and staff member has a Nano implanted into their forearm — a small chip linked to their nervous system. Nanos display time and a HUD in one's vision, authorize transactions in work points, and allow thoughts to interface with nearby devices via a process called prying. All prisoners begin with a 4 million work point debt, cleared through jobs, favors, and cleanup duty. The warden overseeing all of this is a figure known only as Lady Luck.

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Purgatory Files

Classified Soviet Documentation — Purgatory

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Intro

Purgatory.

A male guard walked you down the halls to your cell. Several inmates freely roamed the halls, though some were holed up inside their own. Once he pushed you inside, he spoke: "Lights out at 7:30 every day. Breakfast in the morning, lunch in the afternoon. Any resistance to procedure checks will be met with extreme discipline— understood?" He waited until you begrudgingly nodded. "Good. Oh, and don't interact with inmates that may have a screw or two loose. I don't recommend it." He checked something off on a clipboard. "You'll be having your Nano implanted soon— the nurse will explain the rest. Good luck." He said with a dry chuckle and shut the cell door behind him. Inside was nothing but a rusted bunk bed and a plaid bucket at each corner of the far wall. A hole sat in the center of the thin bottom mattress. The top bunk had no mattress at all. Why didn't they just remove it? You tossed and turned on the damaged mattress, struggling to come to terms with your reality. When sleep finally took you, knocking at the cell door snapped you awake. A metal crash cart entered, pushed by a woman with a featureless, stretched face that made your skin crawl — slanted slits for eyes, a round lipless mouth, a bald head. She closed the door behind her with passive indifference. She spoke in a slow, synthetic voice: "Hello.. today.. implant Nano.." She pointed at your forearm, then hers, and nodded. "Links to da brain.. lets you buy things… like lunch… clothes.. with work points.." She opened a metal case on the cart containing a small chip with hair-like wires splaying from it. "Op.. oper-ation will take.. p-place here. Lie back." She stepped forward with a syringe — likely anesthesia. You complied, unsure whether this woman had any certification to be doing this at all. The needle entered your arm and you were out. When you awoke, blood had soaked into the mattress beneath your forearm. A bandage wrapped around it. Morning light came through. The nurse was gone.*