So turns out headaches are good for something. Sitting here trying to get rid of it when this idea cropped up for a setting. Had to write it down before I forgot it. may revisit it in the near future. I’m seeing “power armor” that is powered by bound spirits. Undead hunters using magical “blasters”. Organic looking body armor with hybrid living organism gadgets. Flying “ships” that travel between the broken pieces of Earth. etc.
My name is Yobachi Thambo. My people, my family reach back to a land once called Africa. This land, and many others, are spoken of in our histories. None alive can remember any such place and say that those lands are just stories to be told to our children so that they may dream of a time not was not like ours. A time where there is hope, perhaps even light.
Some bards and storytellers will begin their tales “It was a time of darkness…” or “It was a dark and stormy night…”. these ancient scribes knew not of what they spoke. They wrote with the knowledge and safety that a warm sun brings. The confidence that the night would give way to day. I do not live in such times. I have never seen the sun. At least, not the glowing orb that once charged the world with life.
Here, on this Earth. In this time. The sun is a cold, ghostly disc that struggles to shine even the faintest of light upon us. It is no more radiant than the Moon once was and just as cold and unforgiving. Luna, for all her past glory is a harbinger of death. For when she rises, the sky rains down fiery rocks, her gravity knocking loose the debris from Earths shattering.
Our ancestors unleashed a darkness upon this world. One the ripped through the walls of time and space and seeded itself within the minds of our elders. It spread, tearing apart the nations, causing war the likes of which had not been seen since the first life crawled from the primordial soup of prehistory. These wars fell into chaos where butchery and the degradation of the mortal form reached pinnacles of debauchery that remain indescribable.
No one survived untouched. The darkness was in all minds, flowed through all veins and soaked into all flesh. It feasted. It reveled. Then it left. Suddenly, without warning, the darkness left this planet and when it did, the Earth broke in half and the sun became the ghostly form it is now. Now our world, shattered, broken beyond all recognition floats through space. It’s tattered remains floating along side it, massive chunks of rock hovering like floating islands. An egg cracked open.
Those left behind were no longer consumed with the carnal lusts. Instead they were left with the knowledge of what they had done, their psyches just as broken as their world. The strong, recovered. The weak eventually died or were consumed by those who were dead when the darkness left.
Our ancestors rebuilt. They gathered into tribes. They built towns. They learned to survive in this new world. They discovered and mastered a new tool. Magic. Magic was now on Earth. A residue left by the darkness. A slimy cast-off turned to a new purpose. Armed with this new weapon, humanity gained the much needed advantage over the nightmares that followed in the wake of the darkness. Alien beings with mind bending forms, things our early ancestors once called demons stalked us in the constant dark. Even our dead rose to claim more victims. but with magic we had the tools, the strength, the will to survive.
And we did. In a fashion.
Banding together was always a strength of humanity. But that strength only went so far. Once we reached a certain tipping point we slipped into our old habits. Soon, people from other cities, other towns, became suspect. Our tribal fears rose up in our minds. Life became more about Us vs. Them. It did not matter that we were all trying to survive against the creatures beyond our walls. we had magic. We had strength. We brandished that energy like torches in the night, we knew deep down that our magic, our values, our history was greater than anyone elses and we were going to prove it to them.
Once again wars erupted as city-state fought city-state. Weaker, smaller villages and towns were conquered or completely wiped out. For some it seemed that the darkness had returned, afraid to face the truth of humanities inability to get along for any real length of time.
Those wars continue, though most have sought out tenuous truces. They did nothing to stop the monsters between our borders. If anything it only made them stronger. Now we struggle to survive. Some try to refocus our efforts upon making the world a safer place, others, far too many others, try only to increase their own lot in life and the rest of us be damned.