The Collapse.Long ago, there was a galaxy.
It was a wondrous place. Humanity had met others, friends seeded by ancient beings to be destined to bring the galaxy together, united. It was meant to be: Resleeving, Mental Interfaces, Artificial Intelligence's, Star-ships, Fusion, and the Gates; Machines that allowed infinitely easier faster than light travel than any other method.
Gates allowed mankind and their sister species to tap the galaxy to it's fullest. Nothing was off limits. Wars began and ended. Lives were lost, but ultimately, the Imperium formed. They were on the cusp of becoming a type III Civilization, until the end happened.
The gates stopped working, and all of the galaxy was lost. Earth was lost, along with all the other home worlds, and the galaxy at large broke down.
The Imperium collapsed, along with the rest of the galaxy, in an event known as “The Collapse”.
And here you are, on a world that is falling apart. Slowly turning dead and dry as its Terra formation devices fail.
You are a mad scientist, as of this moment in a mad max style desert world in a mad galaxy. This can be as big or as small as we’re willing to take it, and when I ran this in another situation it ended up with a cross between two of my favorite things: the Game of Starsector and hilarious random murder. This is inspired by Chief Waffles glorious games in terms of formatting, but I had this idea for a setting for a while. If you want to bring any type of sci-fi equipment or such, give me a description and if needed a reference to where you got the idea from and I might incorporate it into the game. I will welcome ideas from other franchises, including alien species, but I will give the last call typically so it meshes well with the world. Generally, a sentient "alien" species is really either created by humanity for a purpose, or created by mysterious ancients; those who were not created are wholly unknowable, untrustable, and generally dangerous.
You're a
little old for this world, approaching middle age at a steady rate, for this
blasted desert world. You made your living by walking through old ruins, taking the little bits that was left behind, and selling them to any interested buyers. Occasionally a
corporation would take interest, but it wasn’t enough to keep you fed everyday.
You weren’t very important, not until you accidentally broke open a vial of priceless, almost legendary one-of-a-kind
nanites thought lost in the
Collapse, which promptly soaked into your fingers, cut into your capillaries, and traveled all the way into your
brain, and practically forced you to know several lifetimes of information, which promptly caused you to
black out in agony.
When you woke up, most of that almost intoxicating knowledge just left. Too
complicated for you to remember, not yet.
The
lab around you was mostly looted over and over again, you only found the ampule after breaking open a hidden and unassuming
Metal crate. It didn’t have much besides a bunch of
old papers that you can't read.
The room you are in was rather thoroughly looted, with the
chemical equipment mostly stolen, only
metal scraps are left. The walls are pretty much on their last legs with holes in them, as is the ceiling.
Cabling sometimes hangs from the ceiling, mostly rotten, but you are willing to bet some
digital optical fibers are hidden somewhere in the ceiling for data transfer.
The
Airlocks which lead to the lobby are forced open, the
control consoles for the airlocks are missing, but no one made any effort to take out the football sized
motors from the two airlocks.
The
front desk in the lobby has no computer, and the doors to the outside is letting
hot air in. there are other rooms besides the entrance and the room you awoke in, but they are either collapsed, or wholly looted. The Desk is made of
plastic.
Vaguely, your head throbs.
Information comes and goes, but you think you can recall some
concrete information about either
Your Past or your
Newfound Knowledge using
Historic or
Techno Points. These points may be further divided down when they need to be, and they may become useless as well.
You're not sure what to do right now, maybe you can recall some information about yourself, your surroundings, or probably do something insane and wacky.
Inventory: Rap-shod clothing, Damaged Bag
Status: bleeding fingers
Improvements: Nanite Infusion
Knowledge: N/A
Knowledge Points: 2 Knowledge Points 2 Techno Points
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