EARTH, 2200
In 2100, the world began to decline rapidly. Humans began to run out of resources necessary for survival. Crops could not be sustained, energy sources ran dry, and the weather rained down mercilessly. Nations began to battle for resources and viable land, but it soon devolved into pointless bloodshed. Governmental structures fell apart worldwide, and the piles of trash and waste grew larger and larger.
The end
The world had been ending for decades. Humans stripped the Earth of all its resources and now bicker over the crumbs. We have entered a dystopian era, much akin to an apocalypse but without a catalyst. The only monsters here were the humans (and maybe dolphins).
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You have died. You don't remember how, but the truth is inevitable. You have awoken in a blank, white room with no doors or windows. Who were you?
The beginning
There is a white place. It is void and perhaps doesn't exist at all. But it is home to the Omnipotent Being, and that is where your souls are tethered. You are completely alone in your little white room. There is no exit in sight. You feel at peace despite your dismal situation. It won't take long until you realize your body isn't your own.