
BROADCAST CORE 88
THE FEEDNetwork headquarters, live studios, ratings control, the Tower 88 transmitters and the main broadcast switch.

A fully televised corporate death game disguised as a metropolis. THE CAMERAS NEVER STOP. SURVIVAL IS SPONSORED.

Nothing here is zoned for safety. Every train stop, shopping arcade and block of apartments can become tomorrow's live competition.

Network headquarters, live studios, ratings control, the Tower 88 transmitters and the main broadcast switch.

Skull Juice markets, subsidised weapons, corporate product testing and billboards the size of apartment buildings.

Registration pens, gear issue, training compounds, live odds and the unbelievably short-term accommodation.

Sealed neighbourhoods, death mazes, rotating hazards and entire housing complexes repurposed between commercial breaks.

Rooftop arenas, relay towers, pirate signals and industrial skyways hanging over the city.

Retired sponsor prototypes, wrecked champion vehicles, obsolete television sets and prizes nobody survived to collect.

And he's already counted the audience. Broadcast live from the dead centre of Smash City, Channel 88 announces the next generation of television: paid for by sponsors, scored by screams, and guaranteed to void every warranty.
MEET THE CONTESTANTS ↗The original six faces of Channel 88. Every character gets a plate, an identity, a weakness and a reason to fear the ratings department.

A skull-faced, CRT-crowned announcer with a microphone wired into the citywide kill switch. Ratings are his religion.
DON'T CHANGE THE CHANNEL. CHANGE YOUR WILL.

Reckless punk fighter, weaponised bat and a grin that outlived three sponsorship deals. Refuses to read the rules.
I CAME FOR THE PRIZE. STAYED FOR THE DAMAGE.

Magnetic, dangerously glamorous and highly intelligent. Magenta-black battle couture, luminous hair and a hacked signal visor. She can hijack a thousand screens with a smile—and never needs rescuing.
SMILE. YOU'RE ON MY CHANNEL NOW.

A radioactive heavyweight grown by a promotional formula nobody agreed to test. Drinks the product, destroys the evidence.
THIS IS WHAT PERFORMANCE TASTES LIKE.

Immaculate armour, a monstrous shark-jaw shield and absolute control of every arena gate. Every escape attempt is good television.
YOUR EXIT IS IN THE HIGHLIGHTS.

Armoured sponsor juggernaut with a rotating cannon and prize-wheel shoulder. The network calls him a bonus round.
CONGRATULATIONS. YOU WON ME.
The network owns the cameras, controls the hazards, bankrolls the weapons and edits every episode. Skull Juice restores contestants between waves. The audience votes to make things worse. Lord Von VHS's connection to the channel remains classified.