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| <h3>ABOUT THE APOCALYPSE</h3> <p>“How did the world end? Some Stalkers and other braggarts say they know what happened. That a great plague swept the world and killed everyone. That the bosses of the Old Age fired their weapons of mass destruction at each other and drowned the world in flames. That the gods among the stars, the Ancients’ overlords, had enough of mankind’s hubris and decided to end it all in fire and brimstone. Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s just lies and tall tales. The truth is, no one knows for sure. Except maybe the Elder. And he refuses to talk about it. We learned as children not to ask, he would curse and rave at us every time the subject came up. But I’ve heard him mumble in his sleep. He said that the Ancients ended themselves.</p>
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| <h3>ABOUT THE ELDER</h3> <p>“Do you remember what it was like before the Elder got sick? He used to walk around in the Ark and talk. Talk and help us with anything we needed. During the days, it was school time and he taught the People to read and count. At night, we’d sit around the fires and listen to stories about the Old Age. The Elder said he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, but that he had read books and seen moving images that showed what a fantastic time it must have been. When the Elder got sick, all that stopped. Maybe it’s the Rot that finally got to him. Maybe he’s just old. I don’t care which. I just want to sit in his lap again, to hear him talk about the green fields, the blue lakes and the great cities full of people.”</p>
| | Of course the world ends. It happens quickly, faster |
| | than anyone could predict. The Red Plague hits |
| | a world already on the brink of collapse. Extreme |
| | climate change, global economic crisis, increasing |
| | conflict between old and new superpowers. When |
| | the pandemic comes, the last thin veneer of stability |
| | crumbles. |
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| <h3>ABOUT THE ORIGIN OF THE PEOPLE</h3><p> “Did you ever think about where we come from? About the source of our mutant powers? The People have lived in the Ark as long as we can remember, everyone knows that. But before then? Are we born here, or have we come here from somewhere else? The only one with answers is the Elder. And he always refused to tell us. ‘Don’t look back,’ he’d say. ‘The past holds nothing but death and destruction. Look ahead. Build a new and better world.’ Now he’s on his deathbed, they say. Now we might never know. Unless the answer is in Eden.”</p>
| | One billion people die in the first year. Utter |
| | panic reigns supreme, solidarity between nations |
| | is non-existent. Wars break out over the last, dwindling |
| | resources of the world. For the first time since |
| | 1945 nuclear weapons are used in armed conflict. |
| | Mushroom clouds rise from east to west. |
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| <h3>ABOUT THE BARREN PEOPLE</h3><p> “Our days are numbered. The People are doomed to wither and die. We’re not like the wild mutts or the Zone-Ghouls that seem to multiply every day. Not like the Ancients, who filled the world to the brim with their offspring before the end. We mutants cannot breed. We are barren. No children are born in the Ark. You know that, you say, everyone knows that. Sure. But there is hope. We must go into the Zone, seek contact with others. They say there are other Peoples out there, that we can join to grow stronger. What if we are only barren to each other? What if there are artifacts that can help us? Listen to me. If we just stay here in the Ark, we will perish. We have no choice. We must go into the Zone. We must search for others.”</p>
| | Everyone tries to save themselves. The rich and |
| | powerful start monumental projects to escape the |
| | surface of the dying Earth: going deep underground, |
| | to the bottom of the oceans, into the cold darkness of |
| | space. The seats in these final lifeboats for mankind |
| | are desperately few. For most of the world’s inhabitants, |
| | there is no way out. |
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| <h3>ABOUT MEN & WOMEN</h3><p> “No children are born in the Ark. So what? I think that’s a good thing. During the Old Age, men were in charge and women had to take care of the children, did you know that? Not any more. Now I call the shots.”</p>
| | Once it’s all over, Earth is still. Nature invades |
| | ruined cities. Winds sweep through empty streets |
| | turned into graveyards. Time gnaws the windows |
| | off skyscrapers, panes falling to the ground in a slow |
| | rain of glass. |
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| <h3>ABOUT THE GRUB</h3><p> “The Elder always took care of us. Protected us, comforted us, gave us grub. There was a stockpile of canned grub, and he knew how to grow more right out of the ground. Now the stockpile is almost gone, and nothing is growing. Grub is scarce and what little there is, is controlled and rationed by the Bosses. Soon there won’t be any grub left. Then we’ll starve – unless we learn how to grow grub or kill beasts and eat them, like the Ancients did.”</p>
| | Yet life remains. Slivers of humanity survive |
| | the Apocalypse. In the Ark, a small settlement at |
| | the edge of a dead city, the People live. You are the |
| | spawn of humanity, but not quite human. You are |
| | twisted funhouse images, mutated freaks. Your bodies |
| | and minds have incredible powers, but you are |
| | unstable. Fragile. None of the People are over 30 |
| | years old. |
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| <h3>ABOUT BURNING THE DEAD</h3><p> “Why do we burn the dead? Why not just throw the corpses into the Zone or bury them in the ground like they did during the Old Age? Because we have always done so. It’s the People’s way, like the Elder taught us when we were children. When our bodies burn we rise to the sky with the smoke, back to the other world from whence we came. So said the Elder. Do I believe it? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. We have to do something with all the corpses. We can’t have them lying stinking in the Ark.”</p>
| | Except the Elder. Your leader, but not like you. |
| | One of the Ancients. For decades he has warned |
| | you: be on your guard, don’t leave the Ark. Stay here, |
| | or the Rot will get you. Or something even worse. |
| | So far, you have obeyed his commands. Lived off |
| | rations from the Old Age. Chased off every stranger |
| | who came close to the Ark. Few dared to go out into |
| | the Zone. That is what the Elder calls the outside |
| | world. |
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| <h3>ABOUT ZONE-GHOULS</h3><p> “There are many dangers out in the Zone, but trust me, the Zone-Ghouls are the worst. They are wretched creatures of the Rot, spawned by the Zone itself. They are skinny and short like children, but don’t be fooled – they hunger for mutant flesh and don’t have an ounce of humanity left in them! Thankfully, there are ways to avoid them. First of all, only move through the Zone during daytime. The Zone-Ghouls can’t stand the sunlight, not even through the smog – that’s why they all dress in hoods and wrap up their heads and hands with cloth. Some say the Zone-Ghouls aren’t even living beings at all, that they are evil spirits from the Old Age. But I know better. I know they can bleed, I know they can die. My advice – bring a scrap rifle and never let them get close. If you see one Zone-Ghoul, you can be sure there are at least two more nearby.”</p>
| | But the safe days are over. Food is running |
| | scarce, and the fight for what’s left is turning violent. |
| | You starve. Factions are forming, bosses on top |
| | and slaves at the bottom. In the middle, fixers who |
| | try to turn a profit from anyone and everyone. And |
| | the Elder can’t stand up on his own anymore. They |
| | say he can’t even take a piss without help. You’re on |
| | your own now. |
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| <h3>ABOUT OTHER ARKS</h3><p> “Some nights, when the smog lifts, you can see faint lights at the horizon. Have you seen them? Some say they are just a mirage or some Zone phenomenon best left alone, but I don’t think so. I’m sure there is something over there. Something important. I once walked as far as I could in that direction, before the grub ran out or the Rot got me. I didn’t make it all the way, but pretty far. Do you know what I saw? Other mutants, just like us. Believe it if you want, but I’m sure there is another Ark out there. We are not alone.”</p>
| | It’s time to venture out. To explore the Zone, to |
| | search for artifacts and knowledge. Build, grow the |
| | land, seek out others, create a new civilization on the |
| | ruins of the old one. Seek your origin. No children |
| | are born to the People – if you do nothing, you will |
| | perish. Maybe, one day, you will find the Eden of |
| | legend, the Ancients’ haven from the encroaching |
| | hellscape. That’s where salvation and truth await, |
| | the stories say. |
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| <h3>ABOUT THE ROT</h3><p> “So, you want me to take you into the Zone? You think you have what it takes? You have no idea what it’s like out there. No idea. Let me tell you about the Rot, and we’ll see if you still want to go after that. The good kind of Rot is the kind you can see. Green sludge floating on a still pond. If you get it on your body, it will seep into your wounds, your mouth and eyes. It will slowly break you down. The bad kind of Rot is invisible. You won’t know it’s there until your bones and muscles ache. If you go too close to the hotspot, your hair will fall off. You puke blood. If you don’t get away quickly, you’re done for. How do I survive in the Zone, you ask? I know where to go, and where not to go. I know what water to drink, what food to eat. And I know how to endure pain. The Rot hurts more than you could imagine. Are you still sure you want to go?”</p>
| | Maybe it’s all fairytales. It doesn’t matter. You |
| | have no choice. This is the beginning. |
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| <h3>ABOUT THE ENCLAVES</h3><p> “When the world ended, not all people died. We are proof of that. They say some people fled the Apocalypse. They dug deep underground, dove to the bottom of the ocean or left the Earth to build floating cities in the sky. These sanctuaries were called enclaves. But the Apocalypse didn’t let people get away that easily. They say a great war broke out between the enclaves, that the last people tried their hardest to annihilate each other. Mighty weapon-strikes crushed underground enclaves and felled others from the sky in a rain of fire. How the war ended? Who knows? Maybe it’s still going on?”</p>
| | '''This is Year Zero.''' |
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| | Our Chroniclers have assembled more [[Lore]]... |
Of course the world ends. It happens quickly, faster
than anyone could predict. The Red Plague hits
a world already on the brink of collapse. Extreme
climate change, global economic crisis, increasing
conflict between old and new superpowers. When
the pandemic comes, the last thin veneer of stability
crumbles.
One billion people die in the first year. Utter
panic reigns supreme, solidarity between nations
is non-existent. Wars break out over the last, dwindling
resources of the world. For the first time since
1945 nuclear weapons are used in armed conflict.
Mushroom clouds rise from east to west.
Everyone tries to save themselves. The rich and
powerful start monumental projects to escape the
surface of the dying Earth: going deep underground,
to the bottom of the oceans, into the cold darkness of
space. The seats in these final lifeboats for mankind
are desperately few. For most of the world’s inhabitants,
there is no way out.
Once it’s all over, Earth is still. Nature invades
ruined cities. Winds sweep through empty streets
turned into graveyards. Time gnaws the windows
off skyscrapers, panes falling to the ground in a slow
rain of glass.
Yet life remains. Slivers of humanity survive
the Apocalypse. In the Ark, a small settlement at
the edge of a dead city, the People live. You are the
spawn of humanity, but not quite human. You are
twisted funhouse images, mutated freaks. Your bodies
and minds have incredible powers, but you are
unstable. Fragile. None of the People are over 30
years old.
Except the Elder. Your leader, but not like you.
One of the Ancients. For decades he has warned
you: be on your guard, don’t leave the Ark. Stay here,
or the Rot will get you. Or something even worse.
So far, you have obeyed his commands. Lived off
rations from the Old Age. Chased off every stranger
who came close to the Ark. Few dared to go out into
the Zone. That is what the Elder calls the outside
world.
But the safe days are over. Food is running
scarce, and the fight for what’s left is turning violent.
You starve. Factions are forming, bosses on top
and slaves at the bottom. In the middle, fixers who
try to turn a profit from anyone and everyone. And
the Elder can’t stand up on his own anymore. They
say he can’t even take a piss without help. You’re on
your own now.
It’s time to venture out. To explore the Zone, to
search for artifacts and knowledge. Build, grow the
land, seek out others, create a new civilization on the
ruins of the old one. Seek your origin. No children
are born to the People – if you do nothing, you will
perish. Maybe, one day, you will find the Eden of
legend, the Ancients’ haven from the encroaching
hellscape. That’s where salvation and truth await,
the stories say.
Maybe it’s all fairytales. It doesn’t matter. You
have no choice. This is the beginning.
This is Year Zero.
Our Chroniclers have assembled more Lore...
