Post by Endvalley on Jan 6, 2007 22:51:01 GMT -5
Earth has become a world of 'afters'...
After the first nuclear warheads were launched. After the ravaging and countless wars. After the deadly fallout that ruined the land. After the collapse of culture and society as we know it. After the degeneration of Man into roaming bands of raider butchers. After the many failed attempts to found new settlements. After the ecology of the planet became twisted and torn. After disease and infighting brought the population to less than 1% of global norm. After new armies rose and fell. After nearly every resource has been scavenged. After deranged forms of life began to haunt the the landscape.
This is the Faded Epitaph. The story of the last flickering remnants of the human race. The handful of people barely able to make it from day to day... toward an end cemented with inevitability. People locked in a time where such conditions have been so constant that lost is the concept that there was ever a time before all this. This is a time when survival is all... yet any reason to do so has been long lost.
And so, with no true reason or purpose, the last legacies of the world continue to play out. And it is these few who will wander the wastes of the land and uncover buried secrets that no longer need keeping. Terrible, painful, and deadly vestiges that have yet to fully end.
The hidden horrors of the past, the broken world, or the last tattered pieces of humankind: Which ones will die first?
'This is the way the world ends... not with a bang, but with a whimper.' - T.S. Elliot
After the first nuclear warheads were launched. After the ravaging and countless wars. After the deadly fallout that ruined the land. After the collapse of culture and society as we know it. After the degeneration of Man into roaming bands of raider butchers. After the many failed attempts to found new settlements. After the ecology of the planet became twisted and torn. After disease and infighting brought the population to less than 1% of global norm. After new armies rose and fell. After nearly every resource has been scavenged. After deranged forms of life began to haunt the the landscape.
This is the Faded Epitaph. The story of the last flickering remnants of the human race. The handful of people barely able to make it from day to day... toward an end cemented with inevitability. People locked in a time where such conditions have been so constant that lost is the concept that there was ever a time before all this. This is a time when survival is all... yet any reason to do so has been long lost.
And so, with no true reason or purpose, the last legacies of the world continue to play out. And it is these few who will wander the wastes of the land and uncover buried secrets that no longer need keeping. Terrible, painful, and deadly vestiges that have yet to fully end.
The hidden horrors of the past, the broken world, or the last tattered pieces of humankind: Which ones will die first?
'This is the way the world ends... not with a bang, but with a whimper.' - T.S. Elliot