Lowlifes clumped into one big mass. Each trying to gather eyes to scry on them and set themselves apart from the rest. An endless struggle for those looking up, with friendships torn and made anew for a glimpse in the limelight.
The central body of the Chromeskulls. Those with power often remain in this rank by using their power, waging wars and sending those below them to die gruesomely. Their zeal and rage is unfounded, only matched with the warpaths of their Boosters and psychopathic Cybres.
Higher ossuary decisions are clouded in fogs of brackish smoke. These people change the tides of their personal histories as well as the isles, and will lay down dead as venerated legends or disgraced cowards to the cause of anarchy and freedom. The highest echelon anyone can hope to attain, the path to victory is paved in blood.