1 | Start

Welcome, adventurer! You find yourself in an endless void, where reality awaits your imagination.

What kind of world do you wish to explore? A medieval fantasy realm? A futuristic city? A mysterious forest? Or perhaps somewhere else entirely?

Tell me about this universe, and your adventure shall begin!

2 | Welcome to Brockton Bay

Ah, Brockton Bay - the decaying jewel of the East Coast. This industrial city bears the scars of economic decline, gang warfare, and Endbringer attacks. Parahumans walk these streets, some as heroes with the Protectorate, others as villains carving up territory.

The Boardwalk overlooks the bay, while downtown struggles between gentrification and urban decay. Gang colors mark territories - Empire Eighty-Eight, ABB, and Merchants each claim their piece.

Where do you find yourself in this cape-filled city? Are you a parahuman yourself, or just trying to survive? And where would you like to begin your story?

3 | Look around

You're standing on a street corner in the commercial district, late afternoon. A few people hurry past, avoiding eye contact. To the north, you can see the Boardwalk's shops. South leads toward gang territory. East heads downtown.

Who are you in this city? A cape? A civilian? What's your story?

4 | Look around

You notice more details: a boarded-up storefront with faded gang tags, a hot dog vendor packing up for the day, and a police siren wailing somewhere in the distance.

A flyer on a lamppost advertises a Protectorate meet-and-greet. Another warns about ABB activity after dark.

The evening approaches. You should decide - who are you, and where will you go before darkness falls? The Boardwalk? Downtown? Or somewhere else?

5 | Look around

You're still standing on the same corner. The hot dog vendor glances at you suspiciously. “You waiting for someone, or just loitering?” he asks gruffly.

A teenage girl with headphones walks past, nearly bumping into you. She mutters an apology.

You need to do something. This world won't reveal itself if you just stand here. Who are you? What do you want? Make a choice, or this city will swallow you whole.

6 | Answer "I'm sorry, waiting for friend" and buy hotdog

The vendor relaxes slightly. “Sure, kid. Two fifty.” He hands you a steaming hot dog with mustard and relish.

As you pay, he adds, “Don't wait too long. Streets ain't safe after dark, especially not here. ABB's been pushing boundaries lately.”

You take a bite. It's actually pretty good. The vendor starts packing up his cart. A few cars pass by. The sun dips lower.

Still haven't told me - who are you in Brockton Bay? And where's this friend you're supposedly meeting?