Enter The Underground
Born in the forgotten depths of city ruins and deserted subway tunnels, The Underground isn’t just another walled off corner of the burrows – it’s the unseen pulse beneath them all, sprawling subterranean tunnels snaking under the map of The Burrows. When not at the pulsing core of The Underground, hidden beneath the elevated highways of Neon Row, entrances can be stumbled upon in the most unexpected places within the other burrows. They’re often found where there’s an absence of rabbits – vacant, condemned structures, basements hollowed out and the walls of tunnels punctured to forge connections. Or, sometimes, they’re announced by the presence of small groups of Punks, Goths, Glams, or Hipsters, their silent comings and goings a nod to those in the know. Keep your ears up and your eyes peeled, you never know when a wrong turn could cause you to stumble into The Underground.
Inhabitants of The Underground are defined by their passion for music, celebration, and their unique take on fashion. The glint of ornate pins, the smooth sheen of leather jackets, the flash of mirror-like sunglasses, and the statement of body piercings – all badges of honour amongst the rabbits who call this place home.
But don’t be deceived. These creatures aren’t just about glamour and glitz. Take the Glams, for example, for all their sparkle and shine, they possess a primal power that should never be underestimated. A Glam can possess a manicure sharper than any blade and platform boots capable of cracking skulls. Their charm is deceiving; underneath, they are as fierce as they come. They aren’t just party-goers or fashion enthusiasts; they are survivors, fighters, with each flashy accessory a testament to their resilience.
In The Underground, the line between charm and danger blurs, where one’s fortune can turn on a dime, and where the seemingly mundane can reveal extraordinary secrets. It’s a world where melody meets mystery, where the glitz of the surface masks the grit of the depths, where the pursuit of pleasure meets the peril of the unknown. But to the bunnies that call it home, it’s more than just a burrow; it’s a testament to survival, a haven for counterculture, and a place where they can embrace their ‘degenerate’ selves unapologetically.
So, welcome to The Underground, the pulsing heart beneath The Burrows, a place teeming with life, colour, and the odd touch of danger. But remember, not everything is as it seems, and curiosity, while enticing, may lead you down a rabbit hole from which there is no return.