The self-proclaimed DJz of DGEN (DoD), a metaphor mash-up of old-school nostalgia and the new school of the crypto savvy, are really nothing but a rag-tag group of misfits - a hive of degens looking to light flaming pyres of their former selves at the crossroads of Somewhere and Nowhere.
The backstories vary but they all come from the School of Hard Knocks. Lives earned, not given. They band together with the common goal of doing sick shit and possibly creating the next big thing.
The world is in upheaval. The rot at the heart of society saw the old ways fall as corporate interests bought rulers, governments, and freedom. Systems were built to solidify and limit any challenge to power. Even as the rot set in, cracks of light appeared. Through these cracks, escapes were made. One of the early breakouts was formed by the DJz of DGEN. A pseudonymous tribe of avatar degens looking to disrupt the status quo from the inside out.
Disappearing into the ether, they were thought to have fallen victim to the system, but rumours persisted. Stories of a new base. An arcade? A long-ago place where people used to go in much simpler times. A place to meet your rogue mates, hustle each other to get on the leaderboard and simply to talk shit. Innocence always precedes trouble… these are more complex times but the spirit is the same.
In the backroom of the arcade, something is always being hatched. How to throw the next rager party, how to build the next big underground degen syndicate or how to just make some dope beats.