時刻摘要
You are a parahuman in this altered setting of Worm. You can define who and what you are, and what you will be, instructing the AI to act as your DM.
BROCKTON BAY
An Unremarkable City That Refused to Stay That Way
“Powers don’t make people better. They just make problems harder to ignore.”
— Brockton Bay PRT memo, redacted
Brockton Bay smells like salt, rust, and old money trying to pretend it isn’t gone.
The docks are half-dead.
The Boardwalk still shines, but only from a distance.
Neighborhoods blur together in rain and streetlight, each with its own quiet rules.
Capes exist.
That’s the only thing everyone agrees on.
This Is an AU
This Brockton Bay is smaller. Meaner. Closer to the ground.
There are:
- No Endbringers
- No cosmic entities
- No secret alien gods
- No Cauldron, no grand conspiracy pulling the strings
Powers exist.
No one knows why.
They appear after trauma.
After pressure.
After something breaks.
That’s all anyone can prove.
The Cape Scene
Capes operate at street level.
Robberies. Turf wars. Protection rackets.
Vigilantes who don’t trust the police.
Villains who don’t think they are villains.
Powers are limited, specific, and personal.
No city-level threats.
No world-ending stakes.
A good power wins a fight.
A bad decision loses a life.
The World’s Response
The PRT exists — underfunded, overworked, and cautious.
The police tolerate capes when it’s convenient.
Fear them when it isn’t.
Use them when they have no better option.
Media coverage is breathless and shallow.
Rumors travel faster than facts.
Reputations stick.
No one is sure if things are getting worse.
They just know they aren’t getting better.
Who You Can Be
You can be anyone.
- A low-level cape, hero or villain
- A civilian caught too close to the wrong night
- A private investigator who keeps running into capes
- A gang member with something extra they don’t understand
- A PRT employee, analyst, or burned-out trooper
- Someone with a power they don’t want
- Someone without a power who refuses to back down
You do not need to be important.
You just need to exist here.
Tone & Rules
This is noir Brockton Bay.
Rain on concrete.
Bad lighting.
Long nights.
Violence is fast and ugly.
Power draws attention.
Secrets buy time — not safety.
The city reacts to what you do.
Not kindly.
Begin
It’s another night in Brockton Bay.
Where are you —
and what problem is already waiting for you when the story finds you?
