In this game, everyone will begin as ordinary people - though all of you will be intelligent people, as all of the player characters will survive the initial self-immolation of what is left of society."I hereby write down an account of what happened with me, as best I can. I know not if anyone will find this journal, or if there will be anyone who can read it once all is said and done. For hubris, for ego, for posterity; I know not even my own reasons for trying to write this out. Perhaps its simply to feel as if someday, things might be normal again; whatever that may mean.
The date of Thursday, April 12th, 2008 at 11:43am will remain burned into my mind until the day I die. That was the day and time I was waiting for a plane to Chicago to visit my sister for her birthday, and millions of others were milling about the San Francisco Airport, each attending their own lives - none of us suspecting anything. What happened made us wish that a terrorist attack had happened, or an earthquake 9.0 on the Richter scale; some understandable event that we could be afraid of and yet be angry at. No, what happened then was nothing we could have even conceived of.
An odd and fitting word, 'conceive.' I've heard that word bandied about by the people left who are somewhat sane, referring to the 'Conception' of our world that began at the moment that our watches stopped, that all technological devices stopped working, that the Hellmoon appeared in the center of our world with a blinding and explosive birthing cry, that our world turned inside out. This was the moment that we all heard the voice; the voice that sounded both human and...something else, and undertoned with a note of enjoyable malice.
I don't remember what it said exactly, but everyone heard it. Nobody who is willing to speak now remembers exactly what was said either - but everyone remembers the deafening silence right afterwards, the sort of silence normally reserved for the center of tombs. And everyone remembered how that silence was broken a few seconds later by an orgy of screams, blood, violence, yells, and hideous laughter. On that day, I'm sure at least half of all the people left alive after the Conception died.
On that day, everyone changed into...something else. Most of us are still recognizable as once human, though the ones who've been tempted by power outside of themselves look less so as time goes on. I don't know how long it has been - the Hellmoon waxes and wanes, hanging in the center of our world everpresently. There is no sun or moon to tell time with anymore - at least, not that we can see.
Who has done this? Who did that voice that we all heard and understood, regardless of native tongue, belong to? What has happened to all of us? What will become of all of us, who have watched friends and compatriots torn apart and devoured before our eyes?
I will try to find the answer to all of these questions, and maintain my stolid grip on humanity. Perhaps the two are mutually exclusive."
- From the Diary of Saiket Faraji
What you choose to do, who you choose to band with for companionship or protection or service, what secrets you choose to try to uncover - all of these questions will be up to you to solve.
There will be fighting and conflict in this game, some very inhuman beings, some metaphysical abilities, and many secrets to uncover - if you can survive long enough.
Leave your questions, comments, and desires for this game in this thread, and we shall see where it goes.