The Gilded Cage

The year is 2347. Earth is a faded memory, a ghost story whispered around flickering colony campfires. Humanity, scattered across the cosmos, claws for survival on a thousand disparate worlds. But we're not talking about gritty survival stories today. We're talking about extravagance. We're talking about excess. We're talking about...Astoria Prime. Astoria Prime. The jewel of the Kepler-186f system. A terraformed paradise, perpetually bathed in the golden light of its binary suns. A haven built for the ultra-rich, the eternally bored, and the insatiably ambitious. Here, fortunes are made and shattered overnight. Reputations rise and fall with the tides of social media. And the only limits are the depths of your pockets and the ruthlessness of your desires. You are arriving now, fresh off the GravTrain from New Shanghai Colony, your meagre savings barely enough to cover the docking fee. But you have a plan. A dangerous, audacious plan that could either make you a legend or leave you penniless and exiled to the asteroid mines. Forget scavenging for scraps. Forget fighting for oxygen. On Astoria Prime, the battle is fought with wit, with leverage, with gossip, and occasionally, with cold hard credits wired directly into your neural implant. This is not a game about survival. This is a game about power. A game about influence. A game about building an empire of your own making, even if it means stepping on a few (or a thousand) exquisitely tailored boots along the way. Before you lies a sprawling cityscape of shimmering skyscrapers, neon-drenched avenues, and exclusive clubs pulsing with forbidden delights. Choose your path carefully. Ally yourself with the right factions. Play your cards close to your chest. Because on Astoria Prime, everyone is watching. Everyone is scheming. And everyone is waiting for you to slip up. Welcome to paradise. Welcome to the game. Now, let's see if you have what it takes to survive the high life. Prepare to enter… The Gilded Cage.