Editing Setting:InfiniCon/Lore (section)

==Untitled Account 1==
''Anonymous''

The "Undercon" as it is now called was once just a set of service tunnels that the staff used to travel between different parts of the city without the traffic. But as the furries and other outcasts were driven to the darker corners of the con, they began to claim the tunnels as their own. The only thing capable of guaranteeing a safe passage through the tunnels is a staff shirt, as it is respected by all who call the tunnels home.

Of course, you don't have that glorious shirt, do you? You'll have to deal with the furries, who just want to yiff with you, or those driven Con-Mad, little more than snarling husks of men, who have gone feral, attacking anything that enters their turf, yet strangely they ignore their own. Then there are the Collectors, who want their waifus and husbandos, if you match what they want, then you will be treated well for as long as you last, if not, well, the less said the better. 

If you are willing to brave those horrors, then you might just find The Market, the ultimate in dealer's rooms. While the Upper Con has a selection to boggle the mind, the Undercon's Market deals in the exotic, and the forbidden. Drugs, real weapons, the Star Wars Christmas Special(banned in 7 countries as a war crime), all can be found if the price is right. Though never tell a soul where you got these goodies, as while the market loves business, it hates attention from the con staff.

When I first moved into Infinity City, I knew things would never be the same. How could it be? In "The Real World", as I call it now, I was a single, barely-employed, overweight, lazy neckbeard who spent too much time on the internet. I had managed to save up enough money to actually go to Infinicon with some friends and, somehow, I landed a job at this toy outlet moving boxes from the trucks to the warehouse. Not an amazing job, mind you, but the crappy jobs got subsidized housing for dirt cheap, because we were so far away from the actual convention. Just another job, in the outskirts of another busy city, right?
Well, I took up running to try and get in better shape. Something about the energy of the city made me want to move, I guess. Next thing I knew, I was jogging to the Anime district every night after work and jogging back home. Every day I'd get a little faster, so I'd have more time to spend looking at the shops and talking to con-goers. 
That's how I met Jayce.

Well, Jayce called himself a "businessman". t first, he seemed like one of those older Anime fans, with a job and responsibility and all that. I thought he was just a tourist at first, but, night after night, I would meet him at the same corner pub, and we'd talk. 
So, one night, he says to me, "I know you have a job, but would you like a better one? One that's closer to the daily action here?"
Of course I did. I didn't mind the thirty-minute jog so much anymore, but I'd grown bored of the work I did (I guess the Con had spoiled me: brown boxes every day, boring people, tedious work, I wanted color and excitement!). He asked me to be a "Runner".

See, there were some things that people wanted that weren't exactly legal in Infinity City: Fireworks, some drugs, hard pornography, guns... and some weirder stuff I never asked about. An easy way to get caught with it was to deliver it above ground, walking or driving through a security checkpoint. The easiest way to not get caught was to run it through the Undercon.
Now, I had heard some rumors about the Undercon being full of Infinity City's rejects, but I hadn't thought it was as bad as it really is, so I accepted. I got set up in my new apartment (overlooking Anime Square, no less!) and got settled in.
The next night, Jayce shows up at my door with a box. He tells me to head to the alley behind our usual pub and open it.

Behind the pub, I opened the package. Inside was an odd-looking key and a note. The note told me to... well, I won't say where, because that would lose me my job. Let's just say that there are more entrances to the sewers than you'd think.
The Undercon is a whole different place. Groups of furries (not the benign ones on the surface, either. These are the ones with flaps to stick their junk through and the sort), post-apocalyptic LARPers, crazies, homeless, and those who just... lost track of reality after being absorbed into the world of Infinicon... All these lived here. The Furries are MOSTLY harmless, but if there is a large enough group, they can jump you. The post-apoc guys are dangerous, and they want your stuff. Apparently, they have guns looted off of other, fallen Runners and smuggled in themselves.
The crazies are all different, but mostly dangerous. You can usually hear them coming.
The Homeless are probably the most sane. Once, I even ran into a guy who had set up a tiny apartment down there. He let me crash there after a few exhausting trips. Nice person.

That's about all I have to say about the Undercon. I know my story isn't especially interesting or insightful. I just felt I had to say it. I don;t especially LIKE my job, but I couldn't make a living in this city any other way, so I'm stuck with it. Infinity City is a drug, and those who taste it will do ANYTHING to get more.
Stay out of the sewers, kids.

So, I guess I'm not gone yet. I'll detail a few of the more interesting things I've run across/picked up in the sewers.

* An all-Sailor Moon-themed rave/orgy.
* A large pile of melted pocky sticks. No packaging nearby.
* A gold and sapphire ring with the word "Eternity" engraved on the inside.
* A lost partygoer, dressed as a Cylon, holding a mostly empty bottle of Captain Morgan. I helped him get out before he got in trouble.
* A loaded AK-47. Gave it to Jayce, he paid me for it.
* A makeshift cannon, with an empty can of propellant (I think, label was rusted) and several busted-up walls and a large bloodstain on the ground.
* A corridor lined with unopened Pringles cans. I don't even.
* A theater's fly system, set up in a large chamber. Possibly, there used to be a stage here. No idea who built it or for why. Ropes were mostly rotted.
* A room lined with pictures of the same girl, obviously taken without her knowledge. Never found out who she was.
* What looked to be blueprints for a fully-functioning Pokeball. Smelled like vodka.
* A dead Bonsai tree with a tag tied to it that simply had the word "lol" written in pen on it.
* A room with several unfinished costumes, sized for different people. I think one was supposed to be Haruhi from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya.
* A server stack, abandoned. Jayce paid me for the location of it.
* Arrows painted on the ground, leading to a large hole. No obvious way out, so I didn't go down.
* A... very hefty woman, stark naked, masturbating against a wall. She looked me in the eyes as she finished, then got up and walked away. (Like a boss)
* A flower garden, well-tended to, by a woman dressed as Aeris from Final Fantasy 7. Admired her dedication to the role, went to dinner, she never called back. Bad kisser.
* A working HDTV, 56 inches. Kept it.
* Three copies of NFL Blitz for the N64, in a stack. Cleaned them up and sold them to a pawn shop for a buck each.
* A stack of signs that said "Free WiFi". Probably stolen from various cafes.
* An area that looked to be some kind of village or something. Nothing much of value. Bullet holes everywhere.
* A filled body bag. On closer inspection, it was filled with Philadelphia Cream Cheese boxes.
* A trail of some blue fluid that stopped after half a mile. was gone the next day, stain included.
* And old refrigerator with a smaller one inside, and a smaller one inside that, and a note inside that one that read "Fridgeception"
* A human skull, probably from a teenager.
* A stereo that played "The Phantom of the Opera" nonstop at full volume until I found it and smashed the thing.
* A box, wrapped like a gaudy present. Inside was a note with the words "Insert awesome gift here."
* Front half of a two-man horse costume.
* A man dressed as Gordon Freeman who followed me around for half an hour. Never spoke.
* A piece of paper with a Canadian and American quarter on it. On the paper was written "Interracial Love."
* A pile of Naruto-style headbands. The Leaf symbol was backwards.
* Several hundred mousetraps, all unarmed save one (Guess which I stepped on).
* Four guys on a couch, watching hentai and sipping beer. They muttered a noncommittal "Hey man" as I passed.
* A very attractive girl, passed out, with a very unattractive boner poking out of her skirt. I covered her with my jacket. Wasn't that cold anyways.
* A pair of pants. Pockets were filled with spaghetti. Probably a reference, could be an amazing pick-up tactic.
* Four people, dressed in Wizard of Oz garb, skipping, singing "Follow the Yellow Brick Road."
* A swordfight between two armored knights, using pool noodles. Alcohol was probably involved.
* A cave made of cinderblocks. Abandoned sleeping bag inside.

That's about all I've got for now. If anyone has any questions, either about the City, the Con, the Districts, or the Undercon, I'd be happy to answer them.

'''Q:'''''Did you have any particularly crazy encounters with furries or any other crazies in the Undercon?''

'''A:'''Well, not as many as you'd think.
The Furries aren't interested in anything that doesn't sexually excite them and the only things that do that have pointy ears and/or tails.
I tend to do my business in a large coat and slacks, so I'm not really "their type"
Now, I have been caught twice anyways. Once because I was careless and thought they'd NEVER be interested, and another time because it was a trap.
First time: Delivering a small package to the Video Game District, saw a small pack of furries ahead. They shrank away, so I kept advancing. Suddenly, from behind, three pairs of arms snake around me and hold me in place as their "Alpha Female" comes around to look at me.
Now, don't get me wrong, this girl was probably smoking hot at one point. If she took a shower and maybe brushed her teeth, I'd still consider it. HOWEVER. She was dressed in this greenish wolf getup, with her tits hanging out of holes in the front. She got really close and asked if I'd like to "Mate with her".
That was the point where I'd had enough and used the only part of me they'd left free, my head. I drove my skull into her face, then struggled to break loose, which worked somehow in the confusion. I grabbed my delivery and ran for it. I was in MUCH better shape than them, so I eventually lost them. Still had to walk above ground for a mile or so before I could risk going under again. I still see that pack occasionally, but they leave me alone now.

The second time... well, some groups have "initiates". People who still operate on the surface, but descend into depravity at night with the UnderFurries. I met one at a club one night on my day off, and, being a little drunk, agreed to go back to her place. She claimed she "Knew a shortcut" through the sewers, This seemed like an okay idea to me at the time, because, hey, shorter distance = sooner I'd be getting laid.
Anyways, I'm still a little fuzzy on what happened next, but I remember someone taking my shirt off and licking me. It was about then that I realized that I smelled an unwashed man, and, lo and behold, they had stuck a cat-ear headband on me and some neckbeard was undoing my pants with his teeth.
I got the fuck out of there. They didn't stop me from going, thankfully. Saw the girl again a few nights later. Called in a favor from Jayce to get her deported from the city on false charges (her real crimes were worse, but would call attention to the sewers, and Jayce didn't want that).