Nefarious18
The world is drowning in its own filth. Mountains of waste bury the horizon, a kingdom of junk where the condemned are tossed like scraps. Down here, in the Pit, trash is more than refuse it's alive, gnawing at the bones of the forsaken.
The strong carve their place from rust and ruin. The weak are ground into the dirt. Cleaners, Raiders, all fighting to rule the graveyard of forgotten things.
They say when value is placed on trash, said trash will come to life.