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i'll make this first post concerning the background of all this

Abraxas is basically Skeletonland and exists in a special pocket in the universe only really accessible by portal. This is where Lucian is from and is usually located.

Abraxas is run by an oppressive totalitarian government similar to communism in the sense that you work for your entire life and then, when the government is no longer satisfied with your work productivity, they kill you.

Needless to say it's very hard to escape this place but this is what our hero, Lucian, has done!

Abraxas has, as you would probably imagine, many zones and cities all named after various body parts.

Abraxas does not only contain skeletons, but zombies also, but they're basically the proles Everyone hates zombies and they're made out to be the most extreme problem facing Abraxas when in actuality they cannot think for themselves and just sit around in the trashheap poorer parts doing literally nothing.

i'll type a huge starting post and we'll go from there :')

Lucian Greyskull picks aimlessly at the hem of his overalls, forehead clinking against the window as he gazes down and out into the streets of Abraxas. It's humid, like always, and everything is a nasty shade of brownish red, like always. The outside of Lucian's window is clouded with dust and smog that he's pretty sure is a few inches thick and impossible to clean and it makes it difficult to see the people making their way home for the night.

He's bored, Channel 3 is playing the standard propagandic war movie praising Cerebellum's leaders for their great services to all of Abraxas, whatever, whatever. Lucian is tired of hearing all the lies, he doesn't understand how all of the others fall for it anymore, but how else are you supposed to live? Wouldn't it be easier to just buy into it instead of resisting when there's no way to leave anyways?

Lucian thinks about his job, and how he's been subtly stealing small scraps of metal for weeks now. What for? What could he possibly build in secret that they wouldn't find? Nothing big. No weapons are allowed (not like he's talented enough to make one anyways), there's no way he could make anything that could transport him to a portal exit. The skeleton life is a rough one, he thinks, and chatters melancholically as someone trips outside and falls into a garbage can.

Ciar mooned over the stack of papers on his desk. If he started to flip the papers too carelessly, the corners would get caught and bend between his phalanges joints. Not that the paper was very stiff in the first place; the station had cut back the budget and now one of the sacrifices was using 'paper' that was as thin as one layer of a napkin.

He clipped the sheet together and marked the cover page of the report with a bold stamp that said 'COMPLETE'. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and twirling his thumbs, occasionally picking out a scrap of aforementioned paper from his knuckles. He tapped the heel of his boot on the floor while staring at the grey inner wall of his cubicle. His badge for 'The Abraxas Disciplinary Department' was hung on a board to the right of his monitor, along with a few reminder notes for later dates of mandatory training sessions for 'assignments to be announced'.

A noise squeaked from his nasal cavity as he imitated a sigh of exhaustion when he stood up, patellas creaking. He grabbed his crime report to copy on the scanner and turn in before he headed home for the night.