The year is 3247, as best we can tell.
Centuries ago, worldwide desertification resulted in the near total depletion of food, water, and energy. Civilization collapsed, and billions died in what was called the twilight, the last gasp before the dying of the light.
It was PRISM alone that saved mankind. A clean, hyper-efficient energy that to this day defies physics as we understand it, PRISM allowed the human race to pull itself back from the brink of extinction. With mercy, compassion, and cooperation, the survivors may have been able to restore the world that was lost to us.
But mercy, compassion and cooperation – these are not the words that define man. PRISM was developed into a weapon, used to power the humanoid war machines known as "mecha." What remained of humanity coalesced into eternally warring city states protected by massive walls, state of the art rail guns, and of course, mecha. The brutal cycle of our species continued, undeterred by its brush with annihilation.
Outside civilization's mighty walls, precious little exists but sand and salt and kaiju. But though many curse the lands beyond as a wasteland, there are still those who call it home, and name themselves the rightful kings of the Old World's ashes.
Centuries ago, worldwide desertification resulted in the near total depletion of food, water, and energy. Civilization collapsed, and billions died in what was called the twilight, the last gasp before the dying of the light.
It was PRISM alone that saved mankind. A clean, hyper-efficient energy that to this day defies physics as we understand it, PRISM allowed the human race to pull itself back from the brink of extinction. With mercy, compassion, and cooperation, the survivors may have been able to restore the world that was lost to us.
But mercy, compassion and cooperation – these are not the words that define man. PRISM was developed into a weapon, used to power the humanoid war machines known as "mecha." What remained of humanity coalesced into eternally warring city states protected by massive walls, state of the art rail guns, and of course, mecha. The brutal cycle of our species continued, undeterred by its brush with annihilation.
Outside civilization's mighty walls, precious little exists but sand and salt and kaiju. But though many curse the lands beyond as a wasteland, there are still those who call it home, and name themselves the rightful kings of the Old World's ashes.
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