No Such Place

Welcome to the Unknown Research Consortium (U.R.C.). Operation commences shortly. Agents, stand ready for imminent engagement.

Conduct reconnaissance across Dimensional Fragments—scour derelict outposts, abandoned research facilities, and other remnants of human presence. Secure vital supplies: weapons, medical provisions, tactical gear. Recover artifacts of interest: anomalous specimens, encrypted logs, and deliberately concealed relics. Extract before the window closes. The clock is ticking.

Universal rules dictate the return of such Dimensional Fragments for a valid reason: severe ecological catastrophes or supernatural events that exceed human understanding have taken place there. When the last memory of humanity fades from this place, the universal rules will unravel it completely. Time fractures, space distorts, and the axioms of existence crumble. Amidst this decay, warped creatures spawn and evolve, hostile to your exploration.Under all circumstances, remember Rule One: Survive.

Here, survival is the only law. Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.

Dismantle the ordinary. Forge the unthinkable.

Wrench a motorcycle silencer onto a rifle barrel? Mount a Victorian-era brass sight on a modern carbine? Every blasphemous configuration bends reality at your whim—until the trigger pull decides your fate. Will it be a masterpiece of devastation? Or a shrapnel-filled disaster that spells your own end?

Where precision engineering collides with feverish delirium.

Forget mere modularity. In fractured reality, even function bows to madness.

Slide a corrupted rile magazine into a compact pistol. Watch as violet fissures spread like veins across its surface—this is no longer a tool, but a thing that laughs at ballistic norms. "Compatibility" is a dead-word here.

In this desolate expanse, reliance is the currency of survival. Commanders, co-workers, field agents—all await your aid. Stay updated on your emails and messages, execute every objective. Here, solidarity is more than a virtue. It is the lifeline that stitches our frayed order together.

Even mastery has horizons yet unseen. Your training was merely the prologue—here, the body becomes a vessel for greater burdens, reflexes sharpen to the whisper of threats, and every trigger squeeze outpaces fate.

This is no place for nostalgia. The old world’s rules are dead echoes. In this lawless void, evolution is violent poetry: split your atoms, stretch your DNA to break. Outgrow yourself.

Our deepest gratitude goes to you and your unit for your extraordinary contributions to humanity’s survival and research endeavors. Your valor etches hope into the fabric of our future.

—U.R.C. Joint Committee