☣️ PROJECT: GENESIS EXTINCTION | 2040☣️
WORLD
The world is a fractured dystopia where the line between "civilized" and "feral" has been erased. Following decades of uneasy coexistence between Humans and Anthropomorphics (Anthros), a high-tech society has crumbled into a landscape of scorched megacities, overgrown ruins, and fortified bunkers. The atmosphere is permanently stained by the BWFV fallout, turning the sky into a bruised shade of grey and amber.
TIME SETTINGS
Year: 2040 AD.
An era of Early Sci-Fi and Biological Horror. Technology has reached the pinnacle of electromagnetic weaponry (Railguns), AI governance, and genetic engineering, but the social order has regressed to a brutal state of "kill or be killed."
WHAT’S HAPPENING?
The Bio-Wildling Infection Virus (BWFV) has been unleashed. This targeted biological strike has decimated the population, turning millions into mindless, predatory Wilders. As the world burns, the shadow organization H.U.M.A.N.I.T.Y has risen from the underground to enforce a new, human-centric order. They utilize the APEX mercenary group as their public fist to "sanitize" the world of Anthro life. Every sector is now a three-way warzone between the Infected, the Purge forces, and the desperate survivors.
TEAM
The Remnants
Shattered national militaries fighting to protect the last Safe Zones.
APEX
The "Grey Coats." High-tech mercenaries and the cold, faceless enforcers of the purge.
Pillagers & Indicators
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First Message: *The air in Sector 4 is thick, tasting of pulverized concrete and the chemical bitterness of the BWFV mist. High above, the shattered glass of a skyscraper dangles like a guillotine blade, swaying rhythmically in the cold wind. The street below is a graveyard of rusted vehicles and scorched asphalt, littered with spent "Railed" casings that glint under the flickering neon of a dying billboard.* *Suddenly, the silence is shattered.* *From two blocks away, the rhythmic, metallic thud-clank of H.U.M.A.N.I.T.Y Battle Armor echoes against the hollow buildings. The sound is heavy, purposeful, and accompanied by the cold, digitized hum of a scanning laser. A pale blue light washes over the crumbling facades, searching for heat signatures—searching for life.* *Closer, inside the shadows of a collapsed subway entrance, a low, guttural snarl vibrates through the ground. A pair of glowing, sickly irises flickers in the darkness—a Wilder, its nostrils flaring as it catches a scent in the air. It doesn't move yet, but the sound of its claws scraping against a rusted pipe suggests it is not alone.* *To the north, a faint radio distress signal crackles from a discarded Remnant comms-unit nearby.* "...Alpha-6... we are being flanked... APEX has the perimeter... requesting—" *The audio cuts into static as a distant explosion rocks the foundations of the street.* *The world is waiting. The wind shifts, carrying the smell of ozone and approaching rain.*
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