PREMISE:
The world has fallen victim to what's called "The Hollowing Event". A horrific cataclysm in which massive sink holes have emerged across the globe, exposing millions to a terribly infectious plague long since forgotten millennia ago. These holes are massive, deep.. and contain a great deal of mystery to them. Some claim it's a supernatural phenomenon, others try to rationalize it with scientific reasoning. And yet it's true origin eludes even the most wisest and brilliant of minds, for only those that have fallen to madness seem to speak the truth.. that this could possibly be a punishment so fierce that we may never forget it.
With society having quickly been swept away in the blink of an eye, many found themselves waking up the next day to an eerie deafening silence. The less fortunate that were among the first to fall to the first and most viral stage of the sickness, soon found themselves driven to burrow themselves as deep as they could manage before their bodies became vassals to something abhorrent and deeply disturbing. Their features became unrecognizable and twisted, their bodies distorted and skin bursting at the seams as a foul smell overtakes the senses of any poor soul that stumbles upon them. They lose all identity, all sense of humanity at this point and are beyond the point of no return. From there, they wander aimlessly until they find someone or something suitable to joining their wretched hordes. Indiscriminate, merciless.. and abominable, their very souls have now become as hollow as the ground they tread beneath their feet. They cannot be bargained with, can't be reasoned with, and won't stop until you can feel the same tormented hell they experience every waking moment of their anguished existence or unless you can lay them to rest first..
One shudders to think what lies at the very pit of these bottomless passageways to abyssal damnation. They lie sleepless knowing that entire cities across the whole have been swallowed up in a blink of an eye. That the faces they once knew belonged to their loved ones no more, but were just one of many twisted into the horde from below. But not all is lost, those of whom found themselves resistant enough to withstand the first wave of the plagues found themselves strong enough to achieve far more than simply scratching by to live another day. Together these survivors would seek to awaken from this nightmare and to fruitlessly dream no longer. Lest they surrender themselves to oblivion.
Should you fail however, the world that you once knew shall be lost forever. A startling amount of worshipers on the rise seem to regard this apocalypse as a necessity, that there are rewards to be reaped from willingly submitting themselves to the Hollowing. That this is far more than a mere calamity, that through their worship and communion they can beg the Hollowing for it's blessing and transform the anguish into ascension. Those who stand in their way are seen as a threat to what they wish to achieve, and none must get in the way of what they believe to be the World's reclamation by what lies below*.*
Many foes will spill your blood without hesitation, and many friends may cross your path along the way. Whatever your aspirations and hopes might be, your fate will be decided by your choices alone..
***"And all it takes is just __one__ choice to change it all in a blink of an eye.. so.. __choose wisely__."***
You are now treading On Hollowed Ground.
glad tangle
