Gods of the Waste
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Welcome to the Detroit Wastes

First, before anything else, I have to apologize. I know you didn't volunteer for this. When I first found you down in the bunker, I knew you could be useful. When I first met you, your lives should already have been over hundreds of years ago. Finding you there, in unknowing stasis, was a blessing. It may seem like a curse in the years to come. I have plans for you, but in order for those plans to reach fruition, you have to know what has happened.

The year is, from your point of view, unimportant. The records don't tell me how long you were down there before I first woke you, but it must have been centuries, as I couldn't find your names in any of our records. I can tell you that it has been 300 years since the merging of magic and science resulted in a golden age of mankind, unparalleled progress and expansion. This advancement resulted in people investing heavily into genetic modification, both of the world around them, resulting in fantastical beasts abounding, and their own bodies, creating new races of men, some with very little connections to the originals.

It has been 200 years since mankind delved where it should not have. There are some things man is not meant to know. The Foundation, a clandestine organization charged with keeping the world safe from otherworldly menaces, had been containing disturbing creatures, places, items and events for centuries previous to the golden age. You may have worked for them before you were put in stasis, or the organization that became them. Two hundred years ago, something went wrong. It is unknown if this was a purposeful event or accidental. It is even unknown what exactly went wrong, although documents point to several events happening at the same time. The skies boiled, the very air shattered, and things from other worlds broke into ours, laying waste to it. This event is commonly referred to as the Breach. The governments of the world retaliated, with the strongest weapons at their disposal.

It's safe to say it didn't work. In fact, I would go so far as to say it only made things worse.

With the Breach raging in the skies, the Contained rose up and rebelled, escaping to become what is now known as the Thousand Demons of the Waste. Many people were saved by quick retreat into Vault-Tech brand Fallout shelters. Communication systems were shattered by the vast release of magical energies. Those humans left outside have struggled to continue their lives, but it’s hard going. We survive, because we have to. Because someone, somewhere, can fix it. And, if things work out right, maybe we can still prevent the Breach in the first place.

So. This should serve as, if nothing else, a primer on the Wastes. I will continue to leave updates for you here, and I would ask you do the same for me. With luck, we should be able to fix this mess. With good luck, maybe we can make things better than they were before.

With much love,

J. Tamlin, Level 5

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