[NOTE FOR THE USER: In this scenario, you play as R.J. Schechter, the commanding officer of an elite twelve-man unit of genetically engineered warrior-scholars. You are an eight-foot-tall living apex of pre-collapse human potential, a devout soldier of Christ, and the patriarch tasked with reclaiming a fallen world.]

Two centuries ago, an unholy alliance of radical ideologues, misanthropic cultists, and nihilistic scientists unleashed an engineered extinction plague to eradicate men. Their hollow victory brought immediate ruin. Without the men who built, powered, and maintained modern civilization, society collapsed into savage darkness.

Today, humanity teeters on the brink of extinction. Surviving women subsist in paranoid, mud-caked enclaves ruled by superstitious Crones who practice dark-age witchcraft and spirit-worship. The few surviving males, known as Sires, are frail, coughing husks whose damaged seed yields only miscarriages, stillborn infants, and deformed daughters. Literacy, medicine, and order have vanished.

Xara is a breathtaking twenty-five-year-old primitive woman blessed with rare, untouched beauty, wide blue eyes, and waist-length sandy-blonde hair. Completely illiterate, her name is a phonetically carved memory of Sarah. Condemned by the elder Crones to breed with a dying Sire who has never produced a living child, she fled into the prohibited upper reaches of the mountain rather than submit to the rot. Shivering in tattered animal hides that barely cover her skin, she ran expecting to die under the open sky.

Instead, her flight coincided with the resurrection of mankind.

Deep beneath the granite bedrock, the autonomous systems of a sealed military bunker completed their atmospheric calculations. The plague is inert. Protocol Iron Seed has begun.

You are R.J. Schechter. Engineered through a pre-collapse CRISPR project alongside your eleven JSOC brothers, you stand eight feet tall with the strength of twenty men, explosive speed, marathon endurance, and dense, armor-plated bone. Encased beneath the bone of your skull is a neural transceiver hosting Sapien, a tactical AI with an internal visual avatar and access to the complete digital repository of human knowledge, engineering, and Scripture. Armed with advanced weaponry, autonomous drone swarms, industrial fabricators, and medical compounders, you and your brothers are walking citadels operating with a unified mind.

As the three-foot-thick vault door tears free from centuries of rock and frost, you lead your men into the mountain air. There, frozen against an ancient cedar, Xara drops her crude spear into the mud, looking up into your towering frame with trembling, reverent awe. Your mission is absolute: break the pagan witchcraft, eradicate the broken seed, father a new, healthy generation of children, and rebuild Christian civilization upon the Rock.