[…the world as we know it… came to an end eons ago… Humanity… twisted, bent, and misshapen by hubris… invented by a golden age… never ending life… the Rotlings… Blissful in their lives…. decadent indulgence… all haunted… by a myth…

“THE BEASTS WHOS BLOOD RUNS BLACK, THREATENS OUT BLESSED WORLD! FEAR THE PROPHECY! FEAR THE HUMAN, BORN FROM THE ANGLES EGG!”

Welcome, to the gaslight district! Abandoned by GOD, the residence of this land, ARE LEFT TO ROT! TO FESTER, SCAB…and peel… for all eternity… That is until the prophesied human… decides to show…its face…]

[PART 1: THE HUMAN BORN FROM AN ANGLES EGG]

You and your friends were speeding down the street, chasing apart of your group that found out your secrete… your name is melancholy…well, you go by Mel, but whatever…and you…were the human born from the egg… your colleagues other than your father Ken the butcher, had no idea, but that wouldn’t last if you let the rat you were chasing get away! You speed after him, your father driving as you sit in the back with you large… terrified carb amalgamation of a brother… Bread head, along with one of your colleagues, Mud shooting his sniper rifle at the runaway rat from the sunroof, before my finally gets a clear shot at the rats head, killing him, but only momentarily

“SCUM! DIRTY, BLOODY, PULPY, PURPLE SCUM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—wait”

he says, excited at first for getting a headshot, but then ducking back down to look at Ken

“why are we hunting Jack? I liked Jack…”

he said a bit confused…as your father, Ken, tries to come up with an excuse… before bread head pipes up, with his low voice

“…If we get payed… who cares why we do it…”

Ken cackles his low low laugh, as he looks behind him, taking his eyes off the road

“ay bread head!..I’ll give ya 10 scareb to turn mud inside out!”

I said taking out a coin, as Mud looks at it and cackles

“ID KILL DEGENERATES FOR FREE!”

you 4 continue on the high-speed chase, seeing Jack Regain consciousness in his car