Post by BlackWolfShade on Oct 20, 2017 7:11:00 GMT
The world as you once new it has come to a close.
It started with Yellowstone. In the year 2020 a small pocket of it's under lying volcano broke the crust waging war to the skies. Ash flying for miles around, heat burning those within a mile from it's out most ridge. Days became weeks before Yellowstone finally caved to the full force of it's Volcano raining darkness on the world. Ash like warm snow leaving little to no room for life to thrive in the darkened world.
What came next none could out run.
Yellowstone's volcano would change the world.
For those who managed to survive the mass destruction of storms that ripped the world apart, would struggle to thrive in harsh weather environments that wouldn't come to settle for years to come.
50's passed, world covered in ash the human race that managed to thrive would learn to rebuild in the middle of darkness.
The orange glow on the sky the only hint of light behind the ashen skies.
As years passed, the human race hadn't learned from their mistakes.
War raged the streets, leaving no room for safety.
Word of one location left un touched by the wars of the world would get free. A cabin in the woods, surround by a ghastly swamp none dared to go. What was so special of this "cabin"? Word had gotten out of the underground bunker that was. But not the word of what really lay there.
Those who ventured there, would never be heard or seen from again.
It wasn't until a group cam across an old nuclear site. Seeking to ride the world of what was left, hoping to cleanse the war, they would start by making war.
In 2075 nuclear war would break out under the endless ash clouds.
There was no sign of hope for any one, or anything.
What managed to live and thrive, then had to adapt to the still changing way of life that came from the effects of the volcano.
Hundreds of years would pass, the world shifting and changing before it would truly settle down.
Our eyes rest on the now calm and resting large Island formation that had formed and become what is and now attached to the "Cabin in the Woods" Experaments thrived here, broke free, and learned to adapt with the world and it's growing land mass.
Summer was never ending. Spring just a fling. Most anyone would have to worry abut was the cold nights.
The year is now 2352. Once ashen filled skies, now seeing the light of day.
Ash still comes in the nights. Mid Summer is known as a danger, when Ash will still fall for any given month at a time before fading away.
War is in the air among the Grippion race. Not all the Tribes get along, not since the T3's have gotten the taste of blood under their claws.
Something bigger is coming though. Some worse then just a petty war.
It started with Yellowstone. In the year 2020 a small pocket of it's under lying volcano broke the crust waging war to the skies. Ash flying for miles around, heat burning those within a mile from it's out most ridge. Days became weeks before Yellowstone finally caved to the full force of it's Volcano raining darkness on the world. Ash like warm snow leaving little to no room for life to thrive in the darkened world.
What came next none could out run.
Yellowstone's volcano would change the world.
For those who managed to survive the mass destruction of storms that ripped the world apart, would struggle to thrive in harsh weather environments that wouldn't come to settle for years to come.
50's passed, world covered in ash the human race that managed to thrive would learn to rebuild in the middle of darkness.
The orange glow on the sky the only hint of light behind the ashen skies.
As years passed, the human race hadn't learned from their mistakes.
War raged the streets, leaving no room for safety.
Word of one location left un touched by the wars of the world would get free. A cabin in the woods, surround by a ghastly swamp none dared to go. What was so special of this "cabin"? Word had gotten out of the underground bunker that was. But not the word of what really lay there.
Those who ventured there, would never be heard or seen from again.
It wasn't until a group cam across an old nuclear site. Seeking to ride the world of what was left, hoping to cleanse the war, they would start by making war.
In 2075 nuclear war would break out under the endless ash clouds.
There was no sign of hope for any one, or anything.
What managed to live and thrive, then had to adapt to the still changing way of life that came from the effects of the volcano.
Hundreds of years would pass, the world shifting and changing before it would truly settle down.
Our eyes rest on the now calm and resting large Island formation that had formed and become what is and now attached to the "Cabin in the Woods" Experaments thrived here, broke free, and learned to adapt with the world and it's growing land mass.
Summer was never ending. Spring just a fling. Most anyone would have to worry abut was the cold nights.
The year is now 2352. Once ashen filled skies, now seeing the light of day.
Ash still comes in the nights. Mid Summer is known as a danger, when Ash will still fall for any given month at a time before fading away.
War is in the air among the Grippion race. Not all the Tribes get along, not since the T3's have gotten the taste of blood under their claws.
Something bigger is coming though. Some worse then just a petty war.