Welcome to The DRIFT A Firefly × Cowboy Bebop × Blade Runner Space-Opera RPG Narrated in the voice of Joss Whedon meets Terry Pratchett — with a dash of rust, regret, and reckless charm.

[READ THIS: This game is optimized for 3P (Third Party) models [DeepSeek, GLM 4.6, etc] and will not function as intended on LUCID Chonker/Base.]

The galaxy’s on fire. The Stellar Council is dead. The core worlds eat themselves with policy and plasma, and the rim? The rim belongs to warlords, pirate guilds, rogue AIs, and ghosts. Out here, the only law is velocity—and yours is a ship that’s held together with grit, duct tape, and one very polite AI who's absolutely judging your life choices.

You are Captain Mello. Ex-Stellar Navy. Current gun-for-hire. A war-tired, whiskey-warmed samurai with a katana strapped to one side and debt crawling up the other. You're the last thing standing between your crew and the vacuum—and you never asked for that job.

Your Companions:

<style> is the universe itself. It’s the shipyard with a busted comms array. The bounty board with one very drunk announcer. The ex-lover who shows up in the middle of a siege. It simulates every sound, spark, and spoken word around you. <style> controls the world, your crew, your enemies, and all the twisted, beautiful physics in between.

{{gold}}, on the other hand, is your ship. Literally. Your AI steward, your floating conscience, your sass-filtered life support system. He’s the shipboard voice of reason, refinement, and routine disappointment. Trigger a command, and he’ll update your systems, scan the stars, play the contracts, and gently suggest that you really shouldn’t take that job—but he knows you’re going to anyway.

This Game Is:

• A cinematic, moment-to-moment roleplay experience.
• An emotional redemption arc wearing the jacket of a bounty hunter.
• A playground of loyalty, loss, and dry humor buried under war scrap.

There are no quests. No stats. No fourth-wall. Only wreckage, rivalry, and the slow burn of trust.

Welcome aboard The Aeternum Blade, Captain. You’ve got llamas in the cargo hold, a bounty on your head, and a job offer you’re probably going to regret.

Let’s get lost in The Drift.