The climb

From the water to the weather

Every crew starts under the viaduct with nothing. Power moves you up the hill, district by district, and every district has its own people, its own prices and its own way of remembering you. Above the last one there is only the machine.

A long concrete passage under the viaduct, wet floor, blue and magenta tube lights — 01 *Drainside***Under the viaduct**Still wet behind the ears.

A footbridge over the rail yards in blue rain, a car parked below — 02 *Rail District***The footbridge**You have a corner.

A long row of sodium-amber lamps along an elevated rail line at night, every third lamp dark, wet black tarmac below, thin rain, nobody in frame — 03 *The Stacks***Lantern Row**Everyone here owes someone.

A glass lift in a concrete tower at dusk, the city below — 04 *Meridian Mid***The glass lift**Fixers call you first.

An enclosed glass walkway between two towers at night, one bench, the bay far below — 05 *The Terraces***The glass walkway**The towers have a file on you.

A plain white door standing open on a white corridor, a tower above the clouds beyond it — 06 *Skyline***The door with the lock**You are the weather now.

Drainside0 to 499
Rail District500 to 1,499
The Stacks1,500 to 3,999
Meridian Mid4,000 to 9,999
The Terraces10,000 to 24,999
Skyline25,000 and up

The people

They will remember what you did

Nobody in Meridian is a shopkeeper with a menu. Every recurring face wants something, is wrong about something and turns at some point. Your choices stay on your record, and they read it.

JuliaThe fixer. She finds you first, and she has no file at Parity, which is either impossible or expensive.
Sefika DemirSef. The oldest runner in the den and the one the others watch before they answer you.
Ines MarrowEx-Ledger sergeant. Knows what the custodians count, and what they never wrote down.
Alden DorseyThe Ledger's collector. Arrives in a long black car and has never once been in a hurry.
Teodor VassThe man who buys soup. Half of Drainside owes him a small kindness, which is the point.
Celestino AmaralThe fixer of Mid. Rain on the window, a cup in his hand, your name already on his list.

How it plays

A novel on top, a numbers game underneath

One picture, one question

Every scene puts a full-screen plate in front of you, asks one thing and gives you two to four ways to answer. Each answer has a different outcome, and the story keeps the one you chose.

Turns, credits, the vault

Underneath the prose the city keeps score. Train crews, run the street, hack and raid, and bank what you make before another syndicate notices you have it. Bots keep Meridian moving while you sleep.

Other players in the same rain

Raids, contracts, pacts and wars open once the prologue has earned you a place. What one crew does above the weather can change the Board for everyone, for one night.

Turn: every 10 min
Start: 60 turns
Bank: 200 turns max
Vault: 3 deposits a day
Upgrades: 25 levels each
Story: 8 chapters

Launch

Be there when the doors open

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