MyLonelyCries
It's officially the year 2401. Robot fights have risen to be the primal sport within the communities and the world is just barely running on what mere forces of energy it has. You, as either a Griefer or a Home-Dweller, meddle along your way within the world. Whether you be a robot fighter or even a local tradesman, life to you is normal.
As normal as a practically automated world can be, at least.