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| - | ==== Welcome to Mortisphere, | + | ==== Welcome to Mortisphere, |
| The apocalypse already came and went. | The apocalypse already came and went. | ||
| - | Nobody won. Nobody lost. The civilizations that built wonders beyond comprehension are gone. The gods are dead. The suns are black. The last worlds circle cold stars at the edge of existence. | + | Nobody won. Nobody lost. Nobody gave a fuck. The civilizations that built wonders beyond comprehension are gone. The gods are dead. The suns are black. The last worlds circle cold stars at the edge of existence. |
| And yet, somehow, things are still moving. | And yet, somehow, things are still moving. | ||
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| The universe is just an exhausted corpse still twitching. | The universe is just an exhausted corpse still twitching. | ||
| - | Life continues because it does not know how to stop. The universe is not hostile—hostility implies intention. It is worse than that. It's existence itself is diseased, atrophied, and refusing to die. | + | Life continues because it does not know how to stop. The universe is not hostile, for hostility implies intention. It is worse than that. It's existence itself is diseased, atrophied, and refusing to die. |
| There is no dawn coming. No restoration. No golden age. No chosen people waiting to rebuild what was lost. What remains are the final spasms of something that should, for all intents and purposes, already be dead. | There is no dawn coming. No restoration. No golden age. No chosen people waiting to rebuild what was lost. What remains are the final spasms of something that should, for all intents and purposes, already be dead. | ||
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| The survivors are not inheritors of greatness. They are scavengers picking meat from the bones of dead history. | The survivors are not inheritors of greatness. They are scavengers picking meat from the bones of dead history. | ||
| - | Across blackened worlds that have become little more than enormous graveyards, loosely cobbled-together scavangers masquerade as the remnants of once-glorious civilizations. They fight over scrap, bones, food, fuel, and ancient weapons they barely understand. | + | Across blackened worlds that have become little more than enormous graveyards, loosely cobbled-together scavangers masquerade as the remnants of once glorious civilizations. They fight over scrap, bones, food, fuel, and ancient weapons they barely understand. |
| There is no salvation. | There is no salvation. | ||
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| Hunger is the last law of the Mortisphere. | Hunger is the last law of the Mortisphere. | ||
| - | Everything is energy-starved. Everything consumes. | + | Everything is energy starved. Everything consumes. |
| Creatures hunger for flesh. Machines hunger for fuel. Armies hunger for conquest. Dead gods hunger for forgotten worship. Survivors hunger for one more day. | Creatures hunger for flesh. Machines hunger for fuel. Armies hunger for conquest. Dead gods hunger for forgotten worship. Survivors hunger for one more day. | ||
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| Perfect. Their bones make excellent fortifications. | Perfect. Their bones make excellent fortifications. | ||
| - | Someone just challenged a seven-metre mutant warlord to a knife fight for the heck of it? | + | Someone just challenged a seven metre mutant warlord to a knife fight for the heck of it? |
| Dibs on his boots. | Dibs on his boots. | ||
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| Imagine the book art as, | Imagine the book art as, | ||
| - | A warlord rides a gigantic corpse-beast across a dead planet. | + | A warlord rides a gigantic corpse beast across a dead planet. |
| - | A knight carries a chainsaw-sword fashioned from the jawbone of an extinct god. | + | A knight carries a chainsaw sword fashioned from the jawbone of an extinct god. |
| - | A fungus-covered titan awakens because some idiots tried to loot its ribcage. | + | A fungus covered titan awakens because some idiots tried to loot its ribcage. |
| - | A machine-priest repairs a ten-thousand-year-old cannon by replacing its missing components with bones. | + | A machine priest repairs a ten-thousand-year-old cannon by replacing its missing components with bones. |
| A gang of scavengers murders each other over the last barrel of fuel while a dead moon falls from the sky. | A gang of scavengers murders each other over the last barrel of fuel while a dead moon falls from the sky. | ||
| - | The Rust Saints charge across the skull plains while the Black Choir opens fire from the corpse-fortress of a dead god. | + | The Rust Saints charge across the skull plains while the Black Choir opens fire from the corpse fortress of a dead god. |
| A corpse has become the host of a sentient mushroom using its bones to move. | A corpse has become the host of a sentient mushroom using its bones to move. | ||
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| Everything is magnificent. | Everything is magnificent. | ||
| - | This is heavy-metal absurdity at the end of existence. | + | This is heavy metal absurdity at the end of existence. |
| ==== THE CORPSE FORESTS ==== | ==== THE CORPSE FORESTS ==== | ||
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| ==== THE THREE PILLARS OF MORTISPHERE ==== | ==== THE THREE PILLARS OF MORTISPHERE ==== | ||
| - | = =I. EVERYTHING IS FUCKED == | + | == I. EVERYTHING IS FUCKED == |
| Civilizations are fucked. | Civilizations are fucked. | ||
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| Everything that still functions does so imperfectly, | Everything that still functions does so imperfectly, | ||
| - | = II. EVERYTHING IS HUNGRY = | + | == II. EVERYTHING IS HUNGRY |
| Every creature, faction, machine, and surviving civilization wants something. | Every creature, faction, machine, and surviving civilization wants something. | ||
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| Existence has been reduced to raw and pure consumption with no moral. | Existence has been reduced to raw and pure consumption with no moral. | ||
| - | = III. NOBODY CARES ANYMORE = | + | == III. NOBODY CARES ANYMORE |
| There is no fixing the Mortisphere. | There is no fixing the Mortisphere. | ||
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