That’s where salvation and truth await, the stories say. Maybe, one day, you will find Eden of the legends, the Ancients’ haven in the middle of hell. To build, grow the land, seek out others, create a new civilization on the ruins of the old. To explore the Zone, to search for artifacts, for knowledge. In the middle, fixers who try to turn a profit from anyone and everyone. Factions are forming, bosses on top and grunts at the bottom.
Food is running scarce, and the fight for what’s left is turning violent. That is what the Elder calls the outside world.īut the safe days are over. Chased off every stranger who came close to the Ark. He has always warned you: Stay on your guard, stay in the Ark, or the Rot will get you. None of the People are over 30 years old.Įxcept the Elder. Your bodies and minds have incredible powers, but you are unstable.
You are twisted funhouse images, mutated freaks. You are the spawn of humanity, but not human anymore.
In the Ark, a small settlement on the edge of a dead town, the People live. Winds sweep through empty streets, turned into graveyards.
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