The World of CorpLore
No forests, no cities. Just Corporate Offices, Hotels, Gas Stations, and the Daily Commute fused into one endless architectural sprawl. Stairwells climb thousands of meters. Hotel pools form bitter seas. Public restrooms have reverted to swamps.
Every soul is a demon - not fire-and-brimstone, but the way a middle manager is a demon: shaped by the system, compliant by contract. Murder is “abrupt termination.” Gods are stocked like lottery tickets in a smoldering gas station display. Reality itself is a Textile on a cosmic Loom, layered like hotel carpet, and where the Weave wears thin, something older bleeds through.
Death is not an ending. It is sitting back down at the keyboard and seeing what you built finally render in full.
Mr. Sixpounder
In a demon-haunted hotel where ancient pacts govern the behavior of monstrous long-term residents, a meticulous concierge must manage a single catastrophic night: an off-schedule revenant, a lobby of insurance demons, and a vanished pact book.
Orientation Day
A self-styled demon of distinction attempts to con his way through a hellish corporate bureaucracy to steal someone's afterlife, only to find that CARCANA MC's labyrinthine onboarding process has other plans, and a long memory.