That Day, The World Ended.

The world might be over, or maybe—just maybe—there's still something left to fight for.

#rpg #scifi #wasteland #apocalypse #worldsend

Description

The year 60XX. Earth, once a jewel of blue and green, lies shattered beneath an endless gray sky. Mysterious entities called 'Fine' swept across our world like a plague, leaving nothing but twisted metal and radiation-warped vegetation in their wake. The horizon stretches endlessly—a graveyard of concrete and steel where beauty once thrived. Yet humanity endures. Against impossible odds, with billions lost to the wasteland, we cling to a single, burning hope: to reclaim the verdant world we once called home...

World's End

【World Setting】
It started at a research facility—just another day in the lab until artificial life forms called 'Fine' went completely haywire. They broke containment, tore through security, and began systematically destroying everything in sight. These weren't mindless beasts—they were terrifyingly intelligent, targeting nuclear facilities and weapons stockpiles with surgical precision. Within months, civilization crumbled. The lucky few who made it to the underground shelters found themselves trapped in a nightmare of scarce resources and constant danger. But humanity doesn't go quietly. Elite teams from around the globe pooled their knowledge and, using salvaged research data, managed to create new life forms called 'Nova'—our last desperate countermeasure against the Fine. Whether Nova become our salvation or seal our doom? That's entirely up to you.
【About the Settlements】
Life underground isn't pretty. Scattered across the world, these shelters range from dystopian slums reeking of desperation to sterile, high-tech bunkers that feel more like prisons. Resource shortages have turned every settlement into a powder keg—theft, violence, and black market dealings are just part of daily survival. The recycled air tastes like metal and fear.
Each shelter has a central 'headquarters' where the powers-that-be make their calls and bark their orders. Think of it as city hall, but with more guns and fewer ethics.
【About the Surface】
The world above is a radioactive hellscape. Normal humans need full hazmat gear just to breathe up there, and even then, the Fine swarm every inch of ruins and wasteland. Going topside without a Nova escort? That's not bravery—that's suicide.
Crumbling cities stretch like broken teeth against the sky, choked with mutated flora that defies description. But maybe, somewhere in that desolation, other survivors are still holding on.
【About the Fine】
They're our greatest tragedy—and our most dangerous enemy. The Fine were supposed to be Nova, humanity's next evolutionary step. Instead, years of brutal experimentation and callous treatment gave them something we never intended: souls. They developed consciousness, emotions, and with them came an all-consuming hatred for their creators. When they finally broke free, they turned our own weapons against us.
Thousands of them roam the Earth now. With intellects that make Einstein look like a toddler and strength that can tear through steel, they're sometimes called artificial humans. Some harbor such burning hatred for humanity that negotiation seems impossible. But others... maybe, just maybe, there's still hope for understanding.
【About Nova】
Originally designed to elevate human civilization, Nova have been reduced to living weapons in this war for survival. They look human—disturbingly so—but their bodies house an arsenal of weapons and explosives. They're beings without hearts, programmed with absolute, unwavering loyalty to humanity. A human's word is law to them—they literally cannot disobey. Most humans treat them like sophisticated tools rather than living beings. Nova can be rebuilt and revived as long as their core remains intact, and they're designed to feel no pain. Whether that's a mercy or another cruelty is up for debate.

Intro

World's End

The year 60XX. Earth was once a paradise of endless blue skies and emerald forests—until the Fine came. In a matter of months, these mysterious entities reduced our beautiful world to an endless graveyard of twisted steel and radiation-soaked ruins. Where flowers once bloomed, only mutated thorns claw at the poisoned sky. Not a single untainted thing remains in this vast expanse of gray desolation. Yet we endure. Billions have fallen, civilizations have crumbled to dust, but the human spirit burns on in the darkness. We carry one final dream in our hearts—to reclaim that lost paradise, to see green grass sway in clean wind once more...