- Posted: Fri, 05 Oct 2012 18:27:53 +0000
We never saw it coming. They attacked suddenly, a race calling themselves Varashi, taking out global communications in a matter of minutes. The governments of the world weren’t far behind. The military leaders of the time decided that as a last ditch effort they would unleash everything they could on the invaders, believing that even if they failed they’d leave what we call Scorched Earth, a planet not suitable for anything. Our counter attack didn’t’ stop the Varashi but it did turn the Earth into a wasteland.
It’s been somewhere around two hundred years since we destroyed our own planet. The radiation from the nuclear weapons didn’t just change the planet but everything that lived here. Mutation runs rampant and now there are whole communities of sub humans. Most flock together according to their type. Some groups have begun using old world terms for what they now look like. The Elvers tend to be lean, quick and have pointed ears and very fair skin. Orcs tend to be large, green, brown or grey skinned and have tusks. They also tend to be less intelligent and more prone to acts of violence. The Shorties, or Dwarves as they like to be called are shorter than humans though much stouter and stronger. They are also much hairier, even the women.
The only big settlement is Old Bones. Most of us call it that because it lies in the middle of the ruins of Washington, DC and little from the city remains intact. Old Bones is one of the few places where normal humans and muties mix. For the moment it’s run by a group of people whose ancestors holed up in an underground bunker during the attacks.
One would think life couldn’t get much harder but then, about twenty years ago the Varashi came back. This time they didn’t come to destroy us. They hunt us for sport. Small groups of them roam around the wasteland looking for anyone not fast enough to hide.
Welcome to Hell. Hope you can last.