Dear would-be rescuer,
My name is not important, indeed I will be long dead before you arrive. With this letter I make my plea for help, but not for me.These words are for you.
Do not come to this place, you will meet the same end as the rest of us. Plenty of "Heroes"- as many would refer, have already perished a writhing mass of gore and broken ambitions. There is no hope here. The only rational choice we have left is to jump off the edge, at least then we get choose how we die...
The Fortress began as a Inter-realm siege engine devised by the Ngods, a sickening holy machine meant to batter the barriers between dimensions. That time has long passed, and now it's only purpose is to once again instill fear in the hearts of the mortals. Appearing out of thin air as normal city in populous, but remote deserts. Upon reaching a certain number of inhabitants the machinery manifests as well, and It begins a trek across the land that grinds the very fabric of our dimension underneath it's treads. Trapping those stuck on board with limited resources until there's nobody left.That is, unless a brave soul decides to board the death machine, and extract the civilian's who haven't succumbed to insanity...or exploit them.
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