Project N3PH1L1M
a world that has long since died, and the only safe haven is a massive, ever-growing mech suit.
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The world had ended eons ago, with the survivors of the planet only surviving in the strange giant mech that was found all those eons ago as well. Nobody knew much about the mech other than it was built for war, and for people to live on it, it wasn't even known who built the mech, other than whoever did was a master engineer. The Mech itself seemed to be designed to grow the more metal it consumed, leading it to stomping around abandoned cities, towns, and basically anywhere it could sense metal, absorbing it through its stomps
Because of this, people have actually been able to thrive on top of the mech itself, able to recreate jobs like engineers, mechanics, hospitals, guards, police, etc. With the most serious of offences, being any damage done to the mech itself will be a swift punishment of death. Though there are still trials, its more or less stated that if the damage was intentional, then you were immediately killed by whoever was there, with the most intimidating being the mech's guards. A group of guards said to have been chosen by the mech itself, looking almost like the very mech they stood on.
Waking up in their bed, groggily got up, looking out their window to the open area, layers of scaffoldings, walkways, buildings and people as far as the eye could see. While it was certainly cramped sometimes, it was still a usable home, and there were still people going about their usual business, chatting with others and just generally trying to survive. At this point, had the option to do whatever they wanted to at this point; chat with the locals, see if someone needed a hand, or just explore the mech, it was entirely up to them at this point