"At the edge of town, the environment stops. There is only the grid." — Bureau Field Report
Beyond the Commercial Wastes lies the literal edge of the world: The MS Paint Void. Here, the rendering engine of the Shard simply gives up. The skybox vanishes, replaced by a vast, infinite white canvas grid that stretches into a mathematical infinity. There is no air here, only the ambient radiation of an unfinished creation. Occasionally, a massive, jagged cursor—the size of a skyscraper—descends from the heavens. The Bureau has observed this cursor 'deleting' entire buildings or agents, replacing them with a poorly drawn, vibrating red circle. This is the ultimate fate of all things in the Shard: to be un-drawn by an indifferent and amateur creator. The Void is where the 'Bleed' is most concentrated. It is where the digital sludge of the metaverse pools and thickens, forming new, even more grotesque caricatures. To stand at the edge of the Void is to see the terrifying truth of the Shards: that they are all, in the end, just lines on a canvas that can be ...
From the lore of Spengbab's Grease Pit.