Nobody really remembers what happened. It was a long time ago, or at least most think it was a very long time ago. All that is certain is that things fell apart, and nobody entirely remembers’s how or why. The world moved on and never got fixed, and now nobody is left to bring it back. The old world can’t truly be that far behind, as a few old trucks and even a beaten up bus or two still run, but the world that once covered north America has fallen.
In this place now are just the good lands, ever shrinking and ever at war. To the east, the corrupted sea still writhes with whatever horrible evil ruined the old world, the blackened waters of the world’s oceans home to the maddening horrors woken from their depths. South the land grows slowly into nothing but sand, haunted by demons and dust storms, and the north is frozen year round, impassable and empty. West are the mountains, the wall against the worst of what they woke up so many years ago.
It is into these mountains to the west of the good lands that a small team is being sent. A truck and a handful of people they can spare. The world moved on quickly, but some of those that serve in the government, the descendants of the rich and powerful in the days before the fall, are now whispering of hope. Somewhere on the other side of the mountains was a project, a vault, and inside it the knowledge needed to fix the world, or so they hope.
The general idea behind this story will be a mixture of Lovecraftian horror with a bit of epic adventure. I am looking for human, flawed characters. Combat will play a role but I am not looking for any real badasses or combat-focused characters. The main focus will be horror, mostly of the cosmic variety, so although your character might die, I would be much more worried about them being driven hopelessly mad.
Hosted and narrated by:
Kell
Started 05/17/17.
Scenes played: 1
License: Host License
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