Violent City Introduction
In the year 3000 the world descended into global war. Even the children of politicians were given guns and made to fight. Everybody killed everybody else; every nation poured all their resources into the war machine. From then on, the people would never know a blue sky because everyday it was red with the flames of war. On rare days of peace it was a yellow-orange: the atmosphere never recovered from the ever-churning arms factories. Violence spread like a virus. Everybody killed everybody else.
Technology grew in leaps and bounds. First, bio-weapons reigned supreme. Sewers were flooded with a toxin that turned any who drank the water into mindless zombies. Insects were modified and unleashed by black bombers; they carried plagues, and had pincers that could cut through rebar. Prisoners were made into monsters called Bioroids who sustain themselves with violence instead of food. Then Psi-power research hit a tipping point, and war became defined by human super weapons whose brains could cause city blocks to implode. Nations could destroy each other in the blink of an eye, and did.
Driven by desperation Dr. Kraus made a breakthrough—his disciple, called Subject Zero, was made to push its mind beyond the limits of human existence to the divine. Zero returned to Kraus after 108 days of meditation; the two used 10 super-nuclear bombs to blow a hole in the walls of reality to let God’s divine light redeem mankind. It would be the Second Coming, Kraus had thought. But Zero deceived him: instead 1 million demons flew through the world crack, and the war entered its most devastating stage. Now Presidents sought to court demons, who asked them to bathe in children’s blood and slather their halls in fecal matter. They did. The demons flocked to whoever sacrificed the most, and stoked conflict everywhere so that grandmothers would smother their grandchildren to death with nursery pillows. Satan was angry because Hell was so awful. He wanted to make Earth even more unpleasant.
By 3077 everywhere in the world had been destroyed because there was no fresh water left. Dogs drank their own piss and died without remembering the face of their former master. All that’s left now is the great city, once called Nova, whose ceiling is cracked and fallen. War machines still vie to destroy every living thing; the 22nd Legion of Nostrum receives orders from nowhere and doesn’t think to disobey; demon worshippers wish to preserve the remnants of mankind in sin and iniquity. Then there are the Daredevils who make the most of these final moments. What treasure, what joy, still survives on these wrecked streets?