Serum Refinery
Serum is the lifeblood of Ape society. It sleeps in the rocks and flows in its rawest form through the veins of this place. It's what makes Serum City the engine of Topside and why so many have a vested interest in its industry.
Raw Serum goes through various processes of refinement. It can be used as fertiliser, medicine and most commonly in the production of fuel. It's what powers the lives of Apes. Most of the big energy outfits are located in OverTown and charge the inhabitants of Serum City through the nose for repackaging what's beneath their feet.
Mutants enjoy sipping distilled versions, or rolling it into their tenth smoke of the morning. Since the sickness spread there's been much more licensing laws on how strong this stuff is and how it's made. However, where there's a will, there's a way.
There are the more mythical and spiritual sides to Serum and it's origin being directly traced to the Mega Trippy. A darker side also, that corrupts that source through sacrifice. Just myths...
The Serum Refineries of this city are strategic bases in territorial turf wars. Own the Serum supply and you run the joint and much of Topside for that matter. There's a reason the Bored Suits have shares in every refinery and the Cartel's biggest muscle protects their gates.
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Serum Refinery
This libertine was born on the side of the coin that royalty had its back to, known to frequent the many watering holes of Serum City and share the stalls with its bruisers and barflies. His roots are anything but royal, armed with an extensive armoury of language and overly flamboyant clothing, he has crafted a convincing veneer of regality that grants him an audience in every room, although he tends to prefer those with a fully stocked bar. Whether it’s permanent inebriation or his poetic leanings, everything he delivers is wrapped in allegory and conceits that require footnotes to fully grasp.
Information flows freely in the drinking dens he frequents, and that's the currency he uses to manipulate the Cartel's operations, carving out a kingdom in the gutter. He knows its alleyways better than the rats themselves, and very little moves in this place without The Duke pulling a string, lighting a fire, or whispering in an ear. Though he may be the loudest peacock on the cobbles, the moves he makes to sow others fates are never seen.
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