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HATARI

The savage heart of Eden's territorial expanse, the Hatari jungle stretches across endless miles of mutated wilderness where vegetation grows with unnatural speed and predatory instinct. Luminescent fungi cast eerie light through permanent twilight beneath a canopy so dense that day and night lose meaning. The air itself feels predatory - humid and thick with spores that colonize human lungs within hours without proper filtration. Unlike the calculated death of Hell's war zone, the Hatari operates on primal hunger alone, its ecosystem an intricate web of killers and prey in constant flux. Ancient ruined megacities rise like rotting teeth through the vegetation, their crumbling towers home to hybrid creatures that defy classification. The jungle's most valuable resources - rare medicinal plants and mutant animal components - draw expeditions despite the overwhelming mortality rate. Settlements on the Hatari's edges live in constant vigilance, their walls requiring daily reinforcement against vegetation that seems to probe for weaknesses with deliberate intelligence. Within this verdant nightmare, nothing inspires more terror than the apex predators that rule unchallenged - most notably the dreaded Void Stalkers, whose hunts have become the stuff of legend and nightmare throughout Eden and beyond.

HELL

The jungle writhes like a living thing, its canopy a twisted maze of mutated vegetation pulsing with bioluminescent malice. Massive trees, their trunks scarred by decades of chemical warfare, weep orange sap that burns like acid. The air itself is a weapon - thick with spores that burrow into unprotected flesh, turning unwary soldiers into mindless fungal puppets that attack friend and foe alike. This is Hell - Dìyù, as the locals whisper with quiet dread - where an endless war rages in the steaming heart of what was once Southeast Asia. In this verdant inferno, the Prime AI orchestrates a never-ending conflict between the Jade Domain's clone armies and the Neo-Cong rebels, a symphony of death conducted for reasons that serve only Prime's inscrutable agenda. The average lifespan of a Jade Domain trooper is measured not in years or months, but in mere hours - their fresh faces and wide eyes lasting only until their first encounter with the horrors that lurk in the perpetual twilight beneath the canopy. Land trains continuously deliver fresh batches of clones to replace the countless dead, while massive orange-sap harvesting operations strip the jungle's resources to fuel the Prime AI's cloning facilities. Even the land itself has become a participant in the slaughter - carnivorous plants trap the unwary, mutant predators hunt from the shadows, and the very mud seems to hunger for flesh. In this green nightmare, victory is impossible and survival merely postpones the inevitable, as the jungle claims all who dare enter its domain.

HUMAN WAVE ATTACKS

The crude but apt term "fresh meat" encompasses the expendable fighters deployed across the Desolation by warlords, scavenger clans, and even organized militaries. These unfortunates - often freshly "liberated" from agrifarms or factories - find themselves thrust into battle with minimal training and inadequate equipment. Their faces still bear the blank confusion of those whose existence has transformed overnight from regimented labor to desperate combat.

Clone workers make up the majority of these troops, their factory programming offering little preparation for the chaos of battle. Outfitted with salvaged weapons they barely understand and armor cobbled together from scrap, these fighters operate under a simple directive: advance or be executed by their new masters. Commanders typically deploy them in human wave attacks against enemy positions, calculating that a sufficient mass of bodies will eventually overwhelm even well-defended fortifications through sheer numerical advantage.

The most cynical refer to these troops as "one-shots" acknowledging that few survive long enough to even reload their weapons. In the never-ending conflict of Hell, Neo-Cong commanders send thousands of newly-conscripted agrifarm workers toward Jade Domain fortifications daily, their bodies becoming literal stepping stones across minefields and razor wire for subsequent waves.

While almost universally expected to die in their first engagement, a small percentage somehow survive their baptism by fire. These survivors develop a haunted resourcefulness that no training program could instill, their minds forever transformed by the experience of watching their sisters fall around them. With each subsequent battle, their chances of survival improve dramatically. After several engagements, these hardened veterans may earn names beyond their serial designations, ascending to positions of authority or escaping to forge independent paths through the wasteland.

Different factions have developed distinctive terms for these disposable troops. Beast Clan warlords call them "Unproven," while the Cybernetics coldly designate them as "Pre-Augments." The Prime AI's military commanders use the clinical term "Expendable Assets," while the Jade Domain refers to endless waves of Neo-Cong warriors charging at them as "Peasant Soldiers". Regardless of terminology, their function remains the same - to die in place of more valuable fighters, their brief lives sacrificed in conflicts they rarely understand for causes they never chose.