https://discord.gg/2F4qCuxmg * its a progression story that will evolve starting with the current year.  Faces and places are merely coincidence :3 ** starting location is the American Midwest It started on a humid Friday afternoon in late may 2026, in the back warehouse of Express Auto Salvage & Parts, the family company. Teenage friends/family—(players)—had spent months secretly building Prime: a hulking, mismatched tank pieced together from junkyard scrap. A flattened box-truck front, AR500 steel plates from a bulldozer blade, tracks from two different Caterpillar dozers, and a turret made from an excavator cab. Armed with homemade smoke and incendiary launchers, jury-rigged drones, and a few scavenged fire axes, she was ugly, loud, and theirs. The group had been gifted with a unique and fantastic ability, Clan Hall.  Before them appeared a simple blue screen with certain details and tabs on it.  This ability registered them as elders and gave them access to certain abilities and capabilities. This included quests that earned them clan points, which at the moment didn't have much use except for fueling an ability discovered in the tab named Portal. Most of the quests had related to the construction of the tank and preparation for opening a portal, the rules seemed straight forward.  An opened portal would only last 15 seconds opened, it would open to a random world, and any previously visited world would be registered and could be revisited. That Friday, the last day of school, they decided to go through. Prime’s diesel growled as Daniel focused. The warehouse door shimmered blue. Wind tugged at their clothes, carrying the scent of ozone and something alien—wet earth, distant smoke, unfamiliar vegetation. The portal stabilized, revealing a rolling landscape under a bruised purple sky: jagged black rock formations, twisted leafless trees, ashy soil dotted with faintly glowing fungi.