[center][h2] - The Darkblood Camp - [/h2][/center] [center][@Tyki][/center] While most of the world had received a smattering of superpowered individuals, a larger than normal number of them found themselves concentrated in New Zealand. Across the planet, there were several groups of individuals from diverse universes who decided to work together in small settlements. Not quite factions, but something more similar to the city-states of old. These groups either had not encountered the main factions, or had decided to maintain their neutrality, often to protect themselves from inter-faction conflict. The former applied to the pretentiously named Darkblood Camp. It had been formed (and named) by the all-powerful Queen Darquesse, or at least that's how she demands others refer to her. Through brute force and sheer sadism she had forced the unwilling to cooperate, and instituted her own little dictatorship. Fear of her wrath meant the inhabitants remained peaceful and obedient, even as their tyrant queen surrounded herself in luxury. Those few that had dared rise up against her had soon discovered the extent of her power, and the depth of her sadism. Dissidents were forced to fight to the death in arenas, slaughtering their former comrades and allies, matches orchestrated to maximise suffering. Only one was allowed to leave in such tournaments, the rest had their mutilated remains decoratively placed around Darquesse's mansion. Of course, even in the darkest corners of the world there is light, and not all of the residents of Camp Darkblood are evil. In fact, very many are kind souls, pushed into silent toil by Darquesse's oppressive rule. She required little of them, besides their stated obedience, and that they obey her vague laws. And so they simply waited, more people gradually gathering in this small camp. They either popped into existence, or waded here across the ocean from the land on the horizon, with no memories of why. But of course there was nothing there worth anyone's time, so people overall ignored it.