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All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed....more
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Seán O'Casey
2150 -- Veil War, Year 50.
The world is on the cusp of Apocalyptica. The Veil between world…more
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2150 -- Veil War, Year 50.
The world is on the cusp of Apocalyptica. The Veil between worlds broke 50 years ago, causing the amalgamation of Earth and the Otherworld in an event now known as The Flood.
In 2100, they came through unexpectedly - or so it seemed. The Hunters and Scouts who existed in the pre-Flood world knew, and tried to warn us as the signs grew in number and became more frequent. Human weapons and technology had been booming since 2020, and within 80 years the residual damage of testing the arms and warheads of our brave new world came to a head. The Veil was rent asunder, the Rift dividing the worlds was bridged, and the Old Bloods came through to join their younger ascendants.
Earth and the Otherworld amalgamated into a warped, twisted planet. Major cities and larger towns synthesised with their counterparts from across the Veil. On both sides, less populated towns and villages disappeared entirely. Only a few cities on Earth remained entirely human, including the setting of this game: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
Humankind and Supernaturals have been fighting for control over this brave new world for fifty years. In Human terms that's two generations; in Super terms, that's a blink of an eye. And on both sides of the story, so much can change in that amount of time.
The Veil War has gone on for fifty years. In 2125 tactics on both sides of the Rift changed from full-on assaults with armies and platoons to small-scale guerrilla-type warfare with individuals and small teams battling it out for small pockets of territory. Out of this came the class system under which Factions now operate, wherein Hunters and Scourgers and their small teams attempt lead their sides to victory. But the Veil War has come to a stalemate, and now everything is balanced on a razor's edge.
The Apocalypse has begun.