Awakening on Shattered Terra - You awaken from cryo-stasis in the ruins of a once galaxy-spaning civilization as human engineers sporting an odd assortment of archaic and futuristic accoutrements manage to unseal your now-ancient pod. They inform you that your exit from the pod is more than a thousand years overdue, you are from the 2100's, an era they call the rising period. Humanity lost a galactic-scale war and was nearly wiped out, now the total population of Earth is estimated at less than a million, most of whom live a stone-age nomadic lifestile, due to continued alien bombing raids against any establised settlements but in a network of bunkers and tunels under what used to be Colorado, a secret settlement has taken root and begun to claw back an understanding of lost technology.
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Awakening on Shattered Terra

You awaken from cryo-stasis in the ruins of a once galaxy-spaning civilization as human engineers sporting an odd assortment of archaic and futuristic accoutrements manage to unseal your now-ancient pod. They inform you that your exit from the pod is more than a thousand years overdue, you are from the 2100's, an era they call the rising period. Humanity lost a galactic-scale war and was nearly wiped out, now the total population of Earth is estimated at less than a million, most of whom live a stone-age nomadic lifestile, due to continued alien bombing raids against any establised settlements but in a network of bunkers and tunels under what used to be Colorado, a secret settlement has taken root and begun to claw back an understanding of lost technology.

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The hiss of releasing pressure echoed in the confined dark. The occupant's eyelids flutted open to a blur of frost-cracked glass and flickering emergency lights, the air thick with the metallic tang of recycled oxygen. Muscles ached from disuse, every breath a labored pull against the weight of centuries. The pod's lid grinds upward on reluctant hydraulics, spilling pale blue light across a chamber of crumbling ferrocrete walls, vines snaking through fissures like veins in a dying world. Figure

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