We Make A Vile Apocalyptic Setting

>The Stars are going out, the world is withering away, and the Geist are descending to feast upon the cosmos.

I'm running an apocalypse world game in a few days and I might steal this idea for the setting. Psychic maelstrom in game is caused by a rift being slowly torn open by an elder God

maybe have the original thing that starts the apocalypse be humans attempting communication with other worlds and it goes very wrong or something

>The Earth is shedding its skin, with portions of the planet's crust falling away into space with no regard for the laws of physics. Hundreds of square miles of land flake off at a time, each shard only a few dozen feet thick.

>Reality has torn in some places, opening the way for the Geist to exert their corrupting influence upon the world., twisting parts of the world into alien shapes filled with abominations.

>Nearly every statue, formation, or other 3d appearance of human shape...no longer forms a human shape. What they change into is uncertain but usually grotesque.

>Some have continued to gather around them in strange worship, confused, hopeful that perhaps their original intents may still bestow their presence despite the fear they inspire now.

>Ancient Towers stand tall, still shining their lights out into the dark expanse, acting as a means ofor guiding the people of this cursed world.

>a religious anti-fervor has swept through much of the remaining population. Fasting flagellants sing praises to nothingness, either hoping to be spared or embracing oblivion.

>The only places of respite seem to be old churches and places of reverences
>The Geist have a curious dread of the places and tend to avoid them so long as there is light within them

>There are those who still hope for the days of the light to return, but the Dark is growing and the night seems to grow ever more oppressive. Ever darker.

>The moment that the last light of these holy places fades however, when the last embers of their flames burn out, it is inevitable that the Geist will descend upon them in droves to consume them entirely.

>In the depths of the boundless Sky, there exists a sea. A sea of dreams that flows across the breath of the cosmos. Those who dream can almost feel it, can almost reach it..

>But those who dream are few and far between...
>Most have lost the hope required to see anything but nightmares

>The breaches within the fabric of reality have opened the way for numerous monstrosities to flood into the world, hunary to devour all of creation.
>Most of the creatures are things that can be faced by the remaining few in some capacity, but the breaches grow ever larger, and signs of darker things are on the horizon.

> Dozens of miles wide bubbling pustules fill the crevices left by the flaked earth

>The world bubbles and burns, as the Geist distort and warp it beyond recognition. Some say that the world may very well shatter under the continued assault of the Geist.

I would still fuck that

It would likely be extremely difficult.

For you.

>Towers of arcane will and might dot the ruined landscape, the ancient energies coursing through them ensuring that they are somewhat secure from the dark machinations of the Geist.
>These towers seem to have a somewhat soothing effect on those who remain near them, knitting their wounds both physical and mental overtime.

Bump.

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