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The Setting

The world had been dying for so long. The forests, the rivers, the land itself- it all receded into a barren wasteland eventually. It gave a good fight, but the humans were too greedy and wasteful. Mountains of trash took the place of open meadows. Forests were demolished to build more cities and homes. Out of their greed, they built skyscrapers that touched the clouds. Some would say they were trying to reach heaven. Unfortunately, they never did.

I. Saint Felicity's Home for survivors 

Located in North America in the area once known as "Kansas, US". Wide open fields of rye and untouched nature harked survivors from all reaches. It was an escape from the typical raiders and gangs of larger cities and provided an oasis to families in need. For those who could make the journey, a plentiful sanctuary known as St. Felicity's awaited them. Operating out of a once abandoned catholic chapel, the inside has been retrofitted with a bunker and nature sanctuary. St. Felicity is also home to a wide range of specialists and doctors- a beckon of hope for those, human and animal, who are suffering.

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Ii. Pinnacle Gates

Pinnacle Gates is a high-class society. This community is located where "London, UK" once stood. Operating and living out of a "converted" Big Ben and surrounding parliament, the aristocrats live their life of luxury. Those who could afford to travel here were among the privileged few. The people here have no regard for living creatures and live in blissful ignorance of the outside world. They deny that the end is coming and spend most of their time in manmade gardens and grandiose buildings. It is rumored that their wealth systems are from an underground "black market" that profits off the suffering of other people. They have the nastiest of spoiled pets as well.

III. The falling city

The ground-zero for political unrest and bribery in North America. Where "New York, NY" once was, now stands a mockery to all things civilized and just. The Falling City is in a chokehold by the national government, a last-ditch effort to control a lost nation. Resources were rationed out to all occupants in the beginning, but since the uprising of raiders, gangs, and activist groups- there is no truly equal distribution. Politicians and high-class occupants hoard their resources and wealth now, leaving most people to starve on the streets. The city itself is dilapidated and mostly in ruins. The government presence is extremely heavy.

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IV. Hell's jaws (The bog)

At Hell's Jaws, a war rages on. In the Western Siberian Wetlands of Russia, all nations had gathered in a final debacle over resources. It had turned into a bloodbath, devolving into a war with no reason, and ending with no obvious winner. The world was still ending, but many souls were leaving it faster. Even now, after communications with their home nations have ceased, soldiers continue to aimlessly fight. The peat bogs they sludge through become their tombs. Fortunately or unfortunately, the biological environment of the bogs makes it so all those entombed never rot. Perfectly preserved, suspended, in indefinite rage.

V. Happiville

Deep within the Appalachian range, a tiny town stirs still. Detached from the outside world, most live blissfully unaware of the impending doom of their world. The insane weather and poor crops are just signs of a bad year, surely the next will be better. Happiville occupants are, well, happy. Anyone who talks about the end is regarded as a town kook, right along with the ranks of the cryptid enthusiasts. They have plenty of resources and are untouched by the outside world. Unsurprisingly, it appears they have reverted back and away from technology- they have a strict no technology policy. A bonfire of radios, TVs, cellphones, and computers sits in the landfill on the border of Happiville. 

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IV. The abyss 

Would you like to take a trip out to sea? The abyss calls, and it is a gentle ring in comparison to the Earth's cry.

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VII. The abscess

> My humble abode. I share it with you all now. The white expansion where all things come and go. Lucky you. 

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