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The Stygian Children [2225 P.S.A]-----
[Genre: Sci-Fi, Post Apocalyptic, Survival, Political Drama, Plot Driven]
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--- Humanity is a cast-off child in this state and time. The world we knew is gone. The children of that old world has flowed elsewhere. The last remnants flowed into the endless abyss for lives anew. Leaving the maternal world for new sights and vestiges. Those who chose to move on, not for new sights, but survival. With the sentiment of survival The Exodus moved forth. Massive Ships of 5 flew through the atmosphere in search of a new home. Each with a mission and statement. Each holding responsibility for the human race and all the lives that existed on it. Several immigrant ships flowed into the endless expanse of the night sky. Seeking hope and survival. Each their own small world in itself. A temporary home. However the blue skies that some grew accustomed to died off. And much like the blue skies, so did those who missed them. Generations of humans lived in space. Staving off the end. Relying on a healthy mixture of hope and cynicism. Tensions drove some into horrid circumstances.
Those few ships that carried infected seeds of misery and pain that they tried so hard to resolved appeared again. Weeds of humanity's sowing. Many were lost, devoured by the heaven's above. Ignorance and mutiny many ships fell. Droves of humanity died off. 5 ships slowly became 3, and so on. Most lost contact with the rest of the flotilla of refugees. Signals lost and men and women suddenly gone.
The Second Ship or 2-TYX0000, one of these ships that had lost contact with it's pods, fell from the stars. On to the New World. Or Odysseus. Odysseus is a harsh planet. The Atmosphere is hazardous to humanity and such we built our homes to avoid such toxic realms. we dug beneath the grounds. Closer to Tartarus. We used the flames of rage and heat of it's anger to feed our progress as we nestled in it's bowels. Then everything went dark.
The Odyssesian Dark Age had begun. Technology had been forgotten and humanity had pushed back yet again. And now monsters walk the volatile lands. Creatures born of our mistreatment. Our harbingers return in new forms. Technology yet again had forced us to feel our own hubris as scorn.
After this age humanity forgot and began to rebuild with the relics of times long gone. This is where this chapter in human history takes place. A wondrous new time of strife and reclamation. Soon small nations took the place of the installations we were given. The underground cities of hope left to us by our forefathers, called Vestige. Each Vestige is a nation in itself nowadays. Thriving off of its isolationist views and some prize scouring the lost bits of technology of the "Old World" they hailed from. These fragments are prized in trade.
They had become accustomed to the lives living beneath the ground, safe in their massive complexes of cities left by the fragments of humanity before them. Values and identities took the place of fear. And man tried once more to progress
The world today is harsh. Both in the slums of the most "survivable" cities and the deadliest forest outside the world. The Vestiges restrict movement to the outside world, for all of horrid events that may go on in the slums and back alleys of each Vestige, none face much a horror like the monsters that lurk aimless in the lands above. Beasts made from amalgamated forms of human hosts and whatever life can be found. A strange spore lingers in the air. Consuming nearly all biological life and fusing it together to make disgusting monsters that hunt down anything from the old world and devour it. That means even humans
Our story takes place in two cities. A tale of them if you will. Sonim and Caeusa.
-- Sonim ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Sonim ruled by strict law and an iron fist of oppression and media control. After years of political reform and legislature, the "people" Sonim closed it's borders. Turned to militarism and it's Vestige ruled by an acting class of of law enforcers and almost oligarchical society. The Upper class controls nearly everything, often keeping the lower and medium classes in check with media brainwashing and constant surveillance. Sonim is obsessed with the "Greater Good" a belief in which the survival of those "worthy" and the collective whole of society rules supreme. Prejudice is heavy here. However Sonim's borders have opened slightly, with that resistance leaders have been gaining traction with gaining followers from outside Sonim. Terrorist attacks and rebellions have started. And the once "stable" Sonim is under new management of the military faction. Charismatic, manipulative, and heroic. A new wind is blowing in Sonim. And it brings such dire atrocities
-- Caeusa ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
And in Ceausa, a far cry from Sonim in the ways it's run. Its run by businesses and corporations. Those who run that vestige had gotten there by clawing their way to the top and manipulating the variables to their favor. Some say they earned it. Other would say that they cheated to get where they are. However in all regards, both were bloody and both were filled with greed and the lust for power in mind. There is little in the way of politics here. Even the police force is privatized. Special interest groups dominate any sense of political activism. There is politics there, however its very corrupt and basically a figure head for the collection of powerful business groups.
In Caeusa the people grow restless. Some have begun large gangs and criminal organizations to "combat" the corporations. These are just more power-hungry exploiters. Even creating more issues with the struggling lower class as is.
The world here is seedy and disgusting, and the world outside is horrid and devouring. Both will corrupt you, but do you have the power to purify these worlds before you succumb to the status quo?
Will you accept it?
