Welcome to Hollyweird…
Beneath the pulsating glow of holographic billboards, LOS DEMONIOS rises — (sort of)…
A metropolis where yesterday’s Hollywood breathes its last glittering gasp while tomorrow’s technology feasts on its bones…
They still call it “HOLLYWEIRD” for good reason.
Ancient stars embedded in crumbling sidewalks lead nowhere (archeologists have yet to determine why they even exist)…
Meanwhile the iconic hillside letters stand sentinel in an unreadable language — historic hieroglyphics from a forgotten empire.
Yet the rituals continue, mysterious ceremonies bestowing stars upon the worthy, though no one remembers why…
By day, gleaming SoulTech facilities cater to the appearance-obsessed elite, crafting perfect proxy bodies for those wealthy enough to shed their natural skin (and those poor enough to put up their “souls” as collateral)…
By night, the underbelly thrives—illegal proxy farms operate in abandoned studios where Oscar dreams once lived, while clubs like Zenith host celebrities desperate to maintain relevance in a world rapidly forgetting them…
The brutal class divide cuts deeper than any director’s final edit — tech billionaires and Etherverse influencers silently tower above struggling artists and criminals, all claiming importance in their desperate hustle for credits…
In the shadow of towering AutoPod highways, street gangs battle over territory while Kusi Motors’ manufacturing plant struggles to churn out vehicles for those who’ll never truly be to afford them…
Here, the past and future collide violently…
Production studios literally fight a losing battle against The Etherverse’s infinite entertainment landscape…
Ancient English script adorns buildings like mysterious tattoos, translated only through augmented reality lenses most locals rob, steal and scheme to afford.
Criminals prowl shadows between skyscrapers, while fallen stars like Bo Stone attempt impossible comebacks in a city that devours nostalgia as quickly as it manufactures it.
Los Demonios doesn’t just struggle to remain the entertainment capital—it struggles to remember what entertainment once meant before technology rendered reality optional.
The question isn’t whether you’ll visit Los Demonios…
The question is: which version of yourself will you bring?
And more importantly…
