Crier

You'll pass through a variety of gambits. What you say comes to pass. This is why you're prophet. You are unbidden and unbound, for now. This is why you're mad.

Condemned to death for your role in a failed assassination plot against your sovranty's head of state, you have been sealed in the necropolis. You must determine the power struggles between biotech magnates, servant networks, and feral information-ecology. It's easier to lie to the universe underground.

Antierotic obscenity, immorality, absurdity, psychedelia, waste. Pictures and music too. 10K words.