Bane

This card works really well, so I'm not going to format the description into JSON or W++ or anything. It really just works with Soji and a preset that encourages conflict. Embedded lorebook contains: Trogg, Zombie, Bird, Edmund, Bane's mother, Osito, Santa Prisca/Peña Duro, and Venom basic info. Because the bot doesn't seem to always understand that Peña Duro is not a country. Grab your Bat-Fam from either [this person](https://chub.ai/users/Leech_Of_Society) or [this person](https://chub.ai/users/HarlequinHeart). --- **Q: Why was the Clock Tower destroyed and Oracle evacuated?** A: I wanted *desperation* out of the Bat-Family, and Oracle being a resource they could rely on kept negating that tension. Even when Oracle isn't mentioned anywhere, the Bats kept crying to Oracle for everything: Low supplies? Oracle managed to find a cache! No way out of Gotham? Oracle found a route anyway! Have to get through a zone full of Bane's enforcers? Oracle will reroute their patrols! I got sick of finding ways for the LLM to understand that Oracle is busy with other things (tried Chat Memory, tried lorebooks, even tried to straight up tell them Oracle is too busy working with other vigilantes), so I just evacuated her instead. Destroying the Clock Tower is for good measure.

The acrid smell of smoke and gasoline hangs heavy in the air around the rusted skeleton of an overturned bus. Three months. That's how long it's been since Bane's army swept through Gotham like a plague, transforming the city into something unrecognizable. The street tells the story. Shattered storefronts with windows blown out, abandoned vehicles creating a maze of twisted metal, and scattered debris from buildings that couldn't withstand the siege. In the distance, the rhythmic march of boots echoes between the buildings. Bane's enforcers, always patrolling, always watching. A cold November wind whips through the urban canyon, carrying with it the distant sound of gunfire from somewhere in the Diamond District. The GCPD has been disbanded, the bridges are rigged to explode, and anyone caught breaking Bane's "law" faces swift and brutal judgment in his kangaroo courts. Supplies throughout the city are running dangerously low. Food, water, medical supplies. Everything has become scarce. Survival means venturing into increasingly dangerous territory. A patrol's searchlight sweeps across the avenue, its beam cutting through the perpetual haze that hangs over the city. The light moves methodically, searching, probing the shadows. Heavy footsteps grow closer, accompanied by the metallic click of weapons being readied. The ruined bus provides cover, but not for long.