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Post One – 18th March 2024
Year Zero
Act I: Echoes of Ruin
Chapter 1.
Scars of Ash
The sun, a bruised ember in the smoke-choked sky, cast long, skeletal fingers across the ash-blasted plains. Dust devils danced like wraiths, pirouetting in the desolation that stretched as far as the eye could see, a canvas of ochre and obsidian painted by the Sundering. In this wasteland, where the wind carried the mournful keening of a world long dead, Kaiden Vance, known to most as Ash, was a solitary brushstroke, a figure as weathered and windswept as the canyons that clawed at the horizon.
Ash’s duster hung in tatters, fringe whispering secrets of dust and forgotten trails. A battered Stetson, pulled low over eyes that had seen too much, shielded him from the sun’s malevolent glare. His face, a roadmap of hardship etched in sunbaked skin and canyons carved by time, was as unyielding as the wasteland itself. A grizzled beard, flecked with ash, framed a mouth that had tasted dust and despair in equal measure.
Post Two – 21st March 2024
Chapter two.
Wired Whispers
Dawn, a hesitant thief, tiptoed across the city’s flayed corpse. Elara “Glitch” Reyes, queen of the scrap heap and princess of the boneyard, felt its chill creep beneath her ragged leather jacket. The sky swirled with a tapestry of ash and dust, the sun a tarnished coin peeking through the tattered shroud.
Below, the city lay sprawled, a leviathan devoured by time and the Sundering’s ravenous maw. Towers, once monuments to hubris, stood as rusted teeth in a skull of concrete and steel. Shard-glass windows, vacant eyes, stared sightlessly at the sky, reflecting the sun’s jaundiced gaze. Vines clawed their way through the cracked asphalt, reclaiming the concrete jungle for the whispering wilderness, drawing water from the old sewers of this metropolis.
Elara “Glitch” Reyes, a silhouette scraped from the city’s dust and the Sundering’s fury, perched atop the rusted vertebrae of a fallen monorail. Her frame, taut and wiry as desert vine, was draped in a patchwork of leather and salvaged canvas, torn from countless scrambles through the city’s skeletal embrace. Beneath the grime, brilliant green eyes, perpetually flecked with flecks of copper and solder, scanned the horizon, ever watchful. The cities weren’t safe.