Welcome to the new world. A world where walls are made of living flesh and communication terminals are made of pulsing brains. A world where everyone is ruled by natural selection, your favorite pistol must first be raised from an egg, and pets are subjugated by pheromones. A world where the right to receive tasks from the system still needs to be earned, and genetic modifications of the most unimaginable species are issued as awards. There are only two characteristics in your interface: "power" and "nutritional value." But believe me, being simply devoured is not the worst thing in comparison with the hospitality of the Rotten Child or with the kiss of Madame Infusoria. Welcome to the new world, traveler. Welcome to Biom. Adapt, or disappear!