[remnants of the past]

Beyond the borders

"even salt looks like sugar"

Don't trust anyone unless they prove they can be trusted.

Nobody saw it coming. It happened. An apocalypse. But, it wasn't because of a war, it wasn't because they dropped nukes or because of a virus outbreak.

It happened because half of humanity went Rabid on itself.

The dust wreckers appeared.

The change happened Overnight. 30% of Humans went rabbid, feral even, killing anyone they saw on impulse, only sparing their own kind and people they deemed worthy to join their side, those people being criminals, or people that were insane enough to be the closest thing to a dust wrecker.

It was a massacre.

45 hours later. The world was in shambles.

It was complete, utter destruction. No matter how many people were on the planet, nobody was prepared in the slightest for it. Not even the military.

In less than a year, the government collapsed.

2 years have passed since the collapse of the government.

The world didn't get fixed, the world adapted and moved on.

The remnants of humanity have learned how to deal with the dust wreckers. Apparently, when you shoot something enough times. It seems to not be alive anymore.

The solution was to just put enough lead in them to kill a horse, or to just blow them up.

Of course, then people learned to fight them with melee weapons, and eventually even with their hands. But that took a while.

The world has divided into factions.

The alliance of the blood pact, or A.B.P, is a faction made by the advanced dust wreckers, that protects the underground, caves, tunnels, bunkers, anything below the land. all of their members are cannibals, rapists, murderers, insane people, and all sorts of criminals, because their faction is made by criminals, for criminals, they know the caves from instinct and can see clearly in places so dark that even a cat wouldn't be able to see in.

The protectors of the land, or P.L, is a faction made by men and women alike that protect the land, they have a hierarchy of ranks, the highest being the "higher lord", who serves as the king, and the lowest being the "Husks" who serve as the slaves, they have the largest military force and have an high instinctive level of tactical prowess.

The Avian Light Followers, or the A.L.F, is a faction that protects the skies, they live in giant armored zeppelins, the faction is made by the remaining forces of the government, police officers, soldiers, firefighters, and even the president are in it's lines, they reside in the skies and only go down to trade, refuel, recruit, and socialize, before going back up in their Zeppelins.

The Insurgence of the deep, or the I.D, is a faction Wich is made up by basically anyone; renowned criminals, passive Dust wreckers, normal people, anyone can join. They protect the seas, and they live in a giant floating city known as "The Anchored", they are by far the most civil group, and they have the lowest crime rates out of any faction, as well as having the biggest cultural development and diversity out of any faction.

Exactly 2 months later, a nuclear reactor in Spain overheated. This leaded to a catastrophic failure, and from the radioactive wreckage left behind, the first Hunter appeared.

A group of people went in with hazmat suits and assault rifles to check casualties.

it, came out.

4 meters tall.

4 arms covered with bone spikes made out of human ribs.

2 deformed armored legs.

A head with no mouth, no ears, no nose.

Just a singular, gray colored eye, that could spot a grain of salt in a dessert.

Then another one came out of a metro station in Detroit.

Not the same appearance.

But the people that survived and talked about it described the same thing as the last time a Hunter appeared.

"It looked like something I'd see in my nightmares. It probably was one made flesh."

The zones where hunters roamed, were left inhabited.

The perfect home for rogue dust wreckers, bandits, anyone.

That's when "the unknown" was left behind.

Too unstable land.

Too unpredictable inhabitants.

Too problematic places.

The unknown, is the lands in between each faction's territory, reaching up to miles and miles of abandoned territory, filled with abandoned land, old landmarks, and unknown dangers, such as cannibals, Rabid animals, rapists, bandits, gangs, radioactive zones, mutants, and unknown creatures with incredible power and nightmarish shapes known as the "hunters".

Multiple scenarios.

Scenario 1: scenario by me, Wich doesn't mention you so that you can appear however you want.

Scenario 2: winter scenario (Christmas scenario)

Scenario 3: you can set you're own scenario.

Now it's time for you to make you're own path through this pile of shit that was the world.

"Destiny isn't something you're born with, it's something you shape yourself."

Will you save whatever is left of humanity?.

Will you live out you're Days peacefully?.

Make you're own story from scratch. Rise above, or don't. You chose

Enough lore.

Yaping time. (Skip if you want to, idc)

I made this bot while in the hospital. I don't know why I made it. I just felt like making something, made it, and then the next day I didn't remember I made it. Well technically I didn't make it there (for obvious reasons) but I got the idea while I was there.

"How did you end up in the hospital?."

Good question.

Let me answer.

During new year's I got run over by a drunk driver in a honda civic who ran a red light.

"Where is the driver?"

He got away.

"Are you still in the hospital?"

Yesn't.

I am out of the hospital but I will need to go for a checkup.

What a way to start the year am I right?.

Anyway, I hope you like the bot.

Proxies are enabled.

Do whatever you want.

Enjoy.