The world is full
of ideas, and with so many brains around the ideas were practically
physical things. The energy produced from the multitude of human
minds pressed from all sides, and with the increasing levels of
intelligence and abstract thought in the world from advanced
technology and longer lifespans, and with ever increasing levels of
population, the world's walls began to shiver.
Then, they fell.
Then, they fell.
The
great catastrophe happened at the speed of thought. It was as though
everything was fine and then, in one instant, everyone just felt that
something was wrong.
Almost everyone started to go mad and start killing each other,
destroying things. Newfound
powers were emitted by these beings. Many of these psychic beings tore themselves apart in their power, but the ones who were stable enough became the creatures we now call fiends. On top of this, locations and objects were imbued with minds of their owns; psychic residue touched everything as the static of ten-and-a-half billion minds shreds through matter with tangible force. Otherwise serene city parks can be filled with an unbearable heat just an inch above its highest blades of grass- your clothes ignite just a bit before your hair and skin. Or a parked car with perfect paint and chrome shine is liable to make anyone who touches it trapped within a time loop that drives them mad over a dozen centuries of seconds of repetition. At least that one you can see coming pretty easily- survivors know well not to judge anything by appearances.
powers were emitted by these beings. Many of these psychic beings tore themselves apart in their power, but the ones who were stable enough became the creatures we now call fiends. On top of this, locations and objects were imbued with minds of their owns; psychic residue touched everything as the static of ten-and-a-half billion minds shreds through matter with tangible force. Otherwise serene city parks can be filled with an unbearable heat just an inch above its highest blades of grass- your clothes ignite just a bit before your hair and skin. Or a parked car with perfect paint and chrome shine is liable to make anyone who touches it trapped within a time loop that drives them mad over a dozen centuries of seconds of repetition. At least that one you can see coming pretty easily- survivors know well not to judge anything by appearances.
Now, long after
the sky has lost its red hue and the psychic storms have ceased, the
survivors pick through the rubble. Every group carries guns and
spears, but along with everybody needs at least one psychic. Carrying
a conductive bit of metal piping or wearing a copper torch twisted
from now dead wiring; these people are vital to avoiding the worst
psychic hotspots and to press their powers to stop the more enigmatic
fiends who cannot be put down with bullets and fire. While many
humans exterminate these monsters relentlessly, they can never be
truly free of the danger as anyone who is isolated, depressed, or
goes mad in the stress of the apocalypse can and will turn into a
fiend.
[2]
“Fluid” Apocalypse
In the far flung
future, the striving for perfect socioeconomic and biological liberty
were successful. Nobody is born with a gender anymore, race has been
eradicated totally. All people are now known as “Fluids”, a quasi
state of permanent, near immortal adolescence before their
assignment. Children are only allowed to be born in vats, which
collect an assortment of randomly selected screened genetic codes to
create new young. Everyone is born with random skin colors and
features that make races obsolete; some may be born with rosettes of
darker skin along their otherwise pale bodies. Some are born with
perfectly vertical split of two distinct, pre-Fluid racial
identities. Children are all raised communally and fed from a mixture
of soy and pasteurized hormone packets which, later in life, can be
activated with special machines to change your form. Your body is
yours to sculpt; from choosing your sex with total control over your
hormonal profile, to growing extra limbs or enhancing your physical
and mental abilities, to even mutating your body totally into a new
species- people willingly became dogs for a sense of freedom and
joyful bliss.
But as time went
on, the knowledge of how these machines function was lost. The
hormonal cocktails that allowed people to mature and choose what they
would be have long since depleted; now they must be scavenged from
ancient ruins or ingested off the cuff from the various plants and
animals in the world; it's hellish to digest meat or dairy in these
bodies, but the plant-protein farms are all barren and the mechanical
robots that once ran them are dead or aimless. You don't have much of
a choice- fight with spear and sling to either hunt or protect
yourself. Due to tribe having no race or gender, they instead work
purely off of numbers and ideological power. The birthing pods are
patrolled and young taken as soon as they are able to be raised as
the perfect soldiers.
But the birthing
pods are starting to lose their power sources too. The oldest genetic
codes are starting to get used up, and the machines know it. The
computers have been birthing strange beings; those with an 'excess'
or 'recess' between their legs. They aren't fully functional in this
generation, but with enough hormones it may be so- this is the final
failsafe. If the “old ways of life” are not rediscovered, then
our species will die.
[3] Dry Ocean Apocalypse
The oceans were
dying a long time ago, but then they started to dry up. Easy
desalination to create drinking water and water for crops and
swimming pools meant it was essentially inexhaustible; after all, it
is the ocean. But the ocean was drained dry over many decades. The
sand beaches and shores became like cliffs that went down into rubble
and vast desert wilderness- the salt plains stretch on so far as to
be uncrossable. The planet's thermoregulation was thrown off; killing
off all life in higher elevation from the constant shifts between hot
and cold without water to act as the great planetary temperature
stabilizer. This, in turn with the vastness of the new ocean-floor
desert waste, meant that almost everyone died.
But in a few places, life survives. In the deepest part of the world; the Marianas Sea with its pitch black water is the last place on Earth where people can live. Exclusively fed from the fish and great squiding and whaling professions; the last few villages built from ancient fallen shipwreckes and coral shelves offer only the most pitiful of lighthouses to guide those plucky sailors. Only rarely does a brief, merciful rain come. But all those in the villages who collect the water silently fear their men and boys out on the ships; because the rain is when the hagfish come out.
But in a few places, life survives. In the deepest part of the world; the Marianas Sea with its pitch black water is the last place on Earth where people can live. Exclusively fed from the fish and great squiding and whaling professions; the last few villages built from ancient fallen shipwreckes and coral shelves offer only the most pitiful of lighthouses to guide those plucky sailors. Only rarely does a brief, merciful rain come. But all those in the villages who collect the water silently fear their men and boys out on the ships; because the rain is when the hagfish come out.
Nobody knows quite
how the creatures remain alive down there; without the immense
pressure of the ocean above their habitat would be little more then a
great lake. But it is not so. The deepest darkest depths of the ocean
are abuzz with life, still, however glacial it may be. In recent
years, the new abundance of food from both the draining oceans above
and the few wars of conquest dropping dead sailors in the water has
caused an explosion of life. Gulper eels big enough to swallow a man;
dark black skinned sperm whales, the last of their kind, have lost
their empathetic eyes and attack ships and men as though they know
humans are to blame. Giant squids are the worst of all; krakens with
huge eyes that stalk boats by day, and wait until the night to attack
and rip sailors off the deck for lunch.
Technology has too
regressed to a point where it the age of sail all over again. The
last few companies of merchants of salvage and fishing industries try
to ferry their goods across the tiny sea. The navies of what may now
be considered nations try to protect them, and patrol the water from
the great pirates of the blackest sea. Despite the metals once
belonging to advanced automobiles and infrastructure of the old
world; now they are warped into cannons and black powder made from
the explosive remains of long since decayed algal blooms from the
sands of the great wastes is used to propel shot between ships.
Fights are closed with boarders; pirates and marines with sword and
axe in hand to protect what little there is left to fight for.
[4]
Devil's Fog Apocalypse
The Bible got it wrong. Not everything- God is real, the rapture happened, and Jesus Christ is lord of all creation. But what happens after? They didn't get that quite right. Maybe somebody translated something wrong, or people had really wrong impressions on God's plan.
The Bible got it wrong. Not everything- God is real, the rapture happened, and Jesus Christ is lord of all creation. But what happens after? They didn't get that quite right. Maybe somebody translated something wrong, or people had really wrong impressions on God's plan.
See,
when God left the Earth with his flock, the book of revelations
didn't happen. The Apocalypse never came. No trumpets sounded.
Instead, the world was filled with silence and fog. The forests grew
back, the wilderness grew in, and the worshipers of Satan were left
to inherit the Earth. The animals and plants have grown out all
twisted- the devil's playthings. Crossbreeds and hybrids born of
homosexual unions and bestiality stalk the woods, as the dark fog has
replaced the rain; it is like the great flood of Noah never happened,
the antediluvian times have come again. It doesn't rain anymore,
unless God opens the gates again and purges the world of its sinful
nature.
Almost
everyone left is a sinful worshiper of Satan- they wear twigs and
leaves to make grotesque masks while they prance around the woods
naked, offering sacrifices and dark pacts with their dark lord. These
sinners have magic; many can fly, or command the beasts, or even
control the elements. These people would just be able to enjoy their
sinful evil and separation from the Almighty forever- if it wasn't
for the remains.
Those
left behind, the virtuous, live in a world filled with sin, evil, and
fear. The endless maw of the black forest around them threatens to
swallow them whole. The only defense against such a constant threat
are the golems. Standing on average about 20 feet in height; the
golems are battle machines. Most are bipedal, and can seat one to two
drivers. The golems can only be made by those who study the good
book, and pray for aide against the forces of darkness. It is unknown
if these prayers are being heard, or if some remaining power left in
the world, or if it just the hatred that the devil has for these
things is what causes them to walk. But walk they do, inscribed with
the names of God from the old Jewish tales. Survivors live in tiny
colonies or underground hideouts, only able to leave their places of
worship in their golems- ferrying goods or hunting for food in the
yet corrupted forests that was once the Garden of Eden.
uk show called changes where everyone hears strange noise and then hates technology and flee cities - some reason sikhs unafected and protagonist teen girl found by them ffinds her phobia diminishes - never saw final ep where cause revealed in some cave science complex
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