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Haven't seen one of these in a while. Anything goes, so long as it doesn't contradict anything previously made.
>The world has been lost to the Fog, and the biomechanical Demonic terrors lurking within it.

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Idk maybe the fog/gas comes in patches all around the world, seeping up from the earth.

Maybe its a magic space fart from a passing alien and is filled with magic spacefart bacteria

Your post nearly managed to do terrible things to my sides. Good on ya user
>The world beyond the Fog has simply become known as the "Lost World" to some.

Few dare to wander into the fog, but the brave or reckless that do - or rather, the ones that return - tell tales of the grand ruins they found, a maze of towering buildings with ancient treasures to be found within.

I can even hear that in Bolbi's voice. Damnit user.

>Many of these explorers, after repeated Ventures into the Fog, seem to start to lose their grip on reality. They go wide-eyed, and seemingly become more and more delirious, but still seem to retain enough of themselves to function.
>Mostly...

>Those who stay in the Fog for too long may come under risk of Demonic assault, and even Conversion.
>Pray you do not fall prey to Conversion.

>Alien runes have been found scrawled into the backs of the books of many explorers, nearly impossible to decipher through any normal means.

>It's unclear what exactly a "Conversion" involves, even if it's heavily implied. It's something only ever spoken of in hushed tones; and most people don't even dare talk openly about it, as if the very mention of such a thing was forbidden and could attract misfortune.
>Something that's certain is that the friends and family of people who allegedly fell victim to "Conversion" are forever changed. They appear to become paranoid and skittish, jumping at shadows, and often looking exhausted as if they couldn't get a good night's rest in weeks.
>If pressed, or in a particularly good day, one might get them to say a little about it, but it usually amounts to incoherent things such as "be together" or "not letting go".

>Despite seeming like they're slowly losing themselves, explorers appear to be enlightened with whatever sacrilegious knowledge they found in the Lost World.
>Some seem to become very well versed in chemistry or medicine, others in engineering and mechanics, or even just more physically apt.
>One way or another, they seem to just understand things that, perhaps, are not meant to be understood.
>But they always seem to believe there's more to be found out there.

>There are Ravens in the Fog that record and mimic people's voices.
>If you're unlucky enough to be separated from your party, they will likely lead you astray.

>The biomechanical horrors of the Lost World are usually called "Demons", and it is a most fitting name for such horrors.
>These silent terrors are known by quite a few for their complete lack of movement for the most part, instead using strange 'Cables' extending from their frames to direct legions of Thralls.

>Strange noises can be heard emanating from the ruins within the Lost World.
>Those who seek out the source of the sounds are known to never return.

>the 'thralls' are usually other mechanical entities infested by the Demons, although stories are sometimes told of animal noises coming from within the demons, screechings of birds and screams of livestock
>The efforts of many explorers tell us that thralls can survive for a maximum of forty-eight hours when disconnected from a demon., usually less. If the infested machine is particularly large the infestation can remain for longer than 48 hours, however functionality is lost rapidly past that point.

>A thing that has been noted by explorers, is that despite a Thrall seeming 'dead' once it's 48 hour time limit has expired, a Demon is still fully capable of re-connecting them and reviving them. Thus, it is important to take note of any seemingly 'dead' Thralls in areas that Demons normally frequent.

>Adventurers must bring their own supplies into the Fog. Especially water as any source within the fog has been replaced by a spring of oil drank by things that inhabit the fog, other than the Demons who require no sustenance.
>While water is the most important, those that have witnessed their allies consume food within the Fog have come back with blood on their hands or not at all.

>Those who come back from the fog sometimes hum a song to themselves, an unfamiliar melody that no one can seem to place. The explorers themselves can't recall where they heard it.
>Every explorer hums the same melody.

> Some explorers have even taken chunks of the "Food" within the Fog back into the Safe-Zones, and have found that the disgusting mass of viscera squeals and withers upon being exposed to normal air.

>it is unclear whether the fog brought the demons or vice versa. There has never been a recorded instance of demons leaving the lost world, although at times the fog encroaches further into the known world, and at at times recedes

>The few areas protected from Demons and other terrors are known as "Safe-Zones". Massive, fortified bastions that house the remainder of Humanity within there walls, protected from the evils of the Fog.

>Radios are difficult to use within the Lost World due to the fact that Demonic presences seem to distort and corrupt any messages that can be sent.

>the fog is actually an airborne nanomachine swarm that blankets the planet
>demonic entities are viruses that have assumed control of a certain amount of nanomachines, this amount depends on the complexity and intelligence of the virus
>angelic being, few and far between, are programs that were meant to help people
>those that have survived demonic infection are few and far between
>most of these, while not demonic, are either corrupt or degraded enough that they aren't exactly helpful

>Atleast, this is what is assumed by one Explorer, Arthuriah Roman. Of course, the man is more than a bit mad, so it is difficult to trust his word exactly.

These demon ridden biomechanical horrors and their thralls collect a great many different kinds of materials and transport them deep within the fog. No one knows what they're doing with so much steel, rubber, gold, circuitry and even the bodys of animals. But if the ravings of those thought lost to the mist are to be believed they are building something. Nine great spires of rock and steel, woven with tendrils, festooned with satellite dishes and adorned with flesh of men and beast. The many stolen mouths, both human and animal, sing as if with a single voice. A voice heard dimly through the mist for miles around this structure.

>it is curious though
>the way the fog moves against the wind, almost like it follows you or is attracted to man made structures
>sometime places that suffer from a heavy fog will be changed, their structures rearranged in odd ways

>What purpose this unholy construction has is unknown, but some explorers theorize that it is tied to the continuous spead of the Fog into the surrounding areas.

>It is assumed by most Explorers that the Demons have some control over the Fog in some manner.
>How they direct it is another mystery however.

isn't most of the art itt from a game? i heard it wasn't good, unfortunately

>haven't seen one of these in a while
Is going two days without a horror setting thread a long time for you?

Those who claim to have seen the towers all describe a strange yearning to climb them and find themselves humming along with the slow undulating song. The fog grows frightfully thick as one draws nearer, the urge growing stronger and the song getting stuck in ones head, sometimes permanently.

>Is going two days without a horror setting thread a long time for you?
I could ask you if going two days without a Warhammer circlejerk thread a long time for you, but then I might trigger you. Anyway, if the thread passes you off that much, then just ignore it you fucking sperg.

>Those who have gazed upon the towers even describe seeing them in their dreams, the image burning itself into their minds.

when did I say anything about warhammer?

You didn't, but from the way you phrased your post, you sounded like one of those butt hurt artists who scream about everything not being the same dozen 40k threads being made over and over again.

So in other words you couldn't justify this thread being made on an embarrassingly regular basis and just had to resort to buzzwords?

These poor afflicted individuals are often driven to draw, paint, sculpt or otherwise depict the towers. These recreations are stunningly, almost unnervingly detailed. Exacting and presice even if the person was not artistically inclined. This same skill doesn't seem to cross over to art depicting anything other than the towers. Perhaps most disturbingly, those who see this art are sometimes affected as if they had seen the real thing, drawing it over and over. All the while humming a song they had never heard before in slow rythmic but not repeating refrains.

not that guy, but you have shown me the light! Clearly what we need are another dozen warhammer shitpost threads and barely disguised fetish threads

>A great bellowing sound can be heard coming from deep within the Fog, and it is known for sending many Explorers into a heightened state of unease and restlessness, making them anxious and deeply concerned with returning to the Safe-Zones.

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clearly you weren't paying attention to what was just being discussed

>Strange dark cloud-like forms can be seen drifting in the Fog, seemingly flowing through the air with no regards for gravity.
>Those who try to see the true form of these beings, or even go to out to try and meet them directly are known to either go completely mad, or to disappear utterly, their horrified screams ringing loud into the night.

Quite bitchin' and be scary.

>some people who stay to long in the denser fog are said to "get foggy in the head"
>their long term memories disappear while short term becomes sharper, more focused and driven
>those who suffer this succumb to fog madness
>the become insanely focused, a tunnel vision that erases all else
>they seem to gain super human endurance and graft tools to themselves through shoddy and quite unhealthy surgery
>while not always hostile, and often capable of basic social interaction, one must tread carefully because any indication that you might hamper their task in any way will provoke them to a fit of berzerker violence

>Some Explorers have taken to studying Thralls and Demons, actively observing them and their actions in order to research and develop new ways to defend against them.
>These Explorers have a tendency to be more insane than most others.

>beware of building located where maps say there are none
>they are not what they seem

>Do not trust the signs either.
>They shall lead you astray.

Some very rare individuals can repel the fog like a finger pushing on a block of gelatin.
However, if they push too far in, like the block of gelatin, the fog will spring back, envelop them and consume them.

While you could make a chain of them to explore the fog, they are very valuable and it would be extremely risky. They are much more useful in repelling the occasional fog incursions in safe zones so thay are kept there. Somethimes even by force.

>there is a group of raiders known as the Grey Wolves
>they use odd devices capable of sucking up the fog and spewing it at those they raid
>what happens to those caught in such streams is better left unsaid
>what happens to complex machines is worse
>they mostly raid for food but often they will hit archeology sites and steal artifacts and equipment
>they all where gas masks designed to filter most of the fog out

>These "Repellents" are usually trained in local schools that can aid them in utilizing their skills to protect Explorer teams and to push back the Fog.

Satellites still work and satellite launching is still possible if you have the sufficient ressources and space.

Thus isolated pockets of safe zones still have a way to communicate with each other but it is difficult. The fog extands into the stratosphere and direct line of sight is necessary to communicate with a satellite. This can be blocked by a chunk of the fog moving in between a satellite and the ground installation.

>An odd behavior that the Demons and Thralls display is to completely ignore the Grey Wolves and to stay out of their way, usually leaving them to their raids and displaying no aggressive behavior towards them.
>The reason for this is unknown, but those Explorers have pointed out Thralls and Demons occasionally making an odd groaning noise that is oddly reminiscent of laughter in areas where the Grey Wolves have raided or past by.

>rotting corpses of once great trees now littler the land
>but don't be fooled,these trees aren't of natural origin
>whatsoever you do,don't get close to the rottfest growth!

There's still places up high on tops of the mountains, that are relatively safe from the fog. The food supplies are limited, and even if most of those who search for refuge perish in the fogs, the demand is always greater than supply.

It's up to the stone faced mountain men and women to turn away these fog-ravaged people, with heavy hearts.

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One would think that from on-high, they would truly see the limits of the fog. But there are no limits, and all the devastation is hidden. The grounds below are like a placid sea of white.

>The mountain folk look above at the sky, and what do they see?

Machine merges with and replaces flesh, flesh is obsolete, all know that the machine mother will guide the faithful to Grey Gaea

>They a cold, writhing sea of pulsating metal and viscera.
>They see an empty void of deep nothingness, where not even the light can reach.
>They see a boundless ocean of oil and cables reaching down to tear at the grounds below.
>They see an infinite mass of eyes, glaring down onto the dying earth below.
>They see all these things, and even more. They see terrible things lying just beyond our she'll of Earth.

Whirling discs of metal, collections of coil and cable tightly bound together, whip through the sky. They propulse themselves with jets of fog that set their masses skittering.

The fog falls down and mingles with what already exists, but as time passes it has become obvious that even the mountain tops are not save forever.

>There is a second moon. It glares with its metallic gleam. It's position changes with little rhyme or reason and sometimes, something reaches out...

>Those who stare at the second moon when the *Thing* reaches down from it, are known to have the sight of the terror forever burnt into their minds. Incapable of escaping the evil the they have witnessed, they will suffer perpetual waking nightmares, ceaseless hallucinations and whispers, and will forever be "Marked" by Evil.

>Whilst most of the water has turned into viscous oil, there are still creatures that live within then own blackened seas.
>Be thankful that you do onto cross their path.

>despite being filled with ravaging beasts and worse, the fog is known to only have beneficial effects on plant life. It is only through careful application of refined fog that enough food can be made to keep the teeming masses in their walled fortresses and safe zones well fed.
>to be a farmer in these times is to be one who grabs what makes all others fear by the throat and bend it to humanity's use one more. For this, they are well respected and rich, commonly being leaders of society.

"Repellants" are also used for fog harvesting. By forming small chains close to the edge of the fog, they can separate a blob of fog for storage.

Altenatively, Repellants move to the edge of the fog to push away part of it, allowing farmers to plant crops. They then leave the area to allow the fog to roll over the farmland again.

Even in safe zones where they keep Repellants in cages, Farmers make sure the former receive the best quality crop. Valuable cattle need to be nurtured after all.

>TheReforming are odd figures that have come to be known as "Shades" because of their cloaked appearances, and the fact that they seem to disappear as quickly as they appear.
>They do not seem to possess any enmity towards humans.

When a repellent is lost to the fog, there is a chance that they will come back. Bloated beyond recognition and attached with all manner of piping, these masses of flesh and machine are known as "smokestacks" for the thicker, darker coloured fog that billows out of their piping. These unfortunates are released near the towns they were first captured, and will cause considerable harm as they fruitlessly try and get back into their once homes.

They cause such harm because where once their power pushed the fog away, now it draws it like a magnet, and they will often pull the fogbanks in great sheets behind them, swallowing up large areas of safe zones as they cross them.

examinations of their remains paint a picture of an inhuman amount of pain, with their internal organs twisted and remade to produce the dark fog they spout.

Killing them is the only mercy available. Do it quickly.

On rare occasions a large structure has been seen floating in the upper atmosphere and while its design is odd it does not look like typical 'demonic' technology and some that have managed to view it with powerful enough optics claim to have seen normal looking humans walking past the windows.

>What is known though, is that spending too long in the fog corrupts adventurers, gradually turning them into the most vile of Thralls. This corruption is akin to a disease, such as a flu, people with a hardy constitution who never get sick can spend longer in the fog than the weak and weedy. Eating or drinking provisions found in the fog seems to hasten the infection. Enough exposure will corrupt anyone. Wise adventurers give themselves plenty of time in between adventures. This observations seem to support the theory that the fog contains, or is comprised entirely of, tiny, invisible germ-like creatures.

>It is heavily suspected that the "Smokestacks" are the result of Demonic forces performing unnatural experimentation upon a Repellents, twisting and warping them into unnatural aberrations that are in perpetual anguish.

Sometimes for no apparent reason large areas of fog will recede leaving disquietingly serene areas full of plant life and free of fog, demons and even the oil.
However these areas are also stripped of almost all technology, high quality metals, and completely bereft of anything with flesh even insects.

>Strange leech creatures pull themselves out of five the oil, and are regularly seen dragging anything that they can catch into their gaping maws before slithering back into the black depths.

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>the image and post combo
I fucking kekd so hard my sides are in orbit so fucking fitting so fucking accurate!

Honestly, a lot of Silent Hill stuff could be adapted into this setting.
>Demonic fetuses that talk with the voices of men.

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>If you see a Demon, keep calm, and keep silent.
>It might just pass you by.

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Oh no, I meant that the Silent Hill movie wasn't a Silent Hill at all and lead all who followed it astray.

While the fog extends many kilometers out from the coasts the open ocean remains clear.
However the many mundane difficulties in surviving in such an environment means that it is not really any better than the land.
Plus seamonsters occasionally make forays into the deeper waters.

>One veteran explorer, notorious for his unhealthy obsession with reaching ever further into the Lost World, has proven that the fog doesn't extend to the underground - as long as there's no surface access in areas blanketed by it.
>His experiments are deemed madness, but much to the populace's chagrin, he is a respected engineer, and the council of the safe zone he inhabits has allowed him to start his project
>He's building a network of tunnels, deep below the surface, in an attempt to create a safe path to travel between Safe Zones. Or at least, that's what he told them...

I've never seen that movie, but I've heard that it was quite bad, almost as bad as the "Doom" movie.

It's not even bad til the ending which felt rushed and went full-cgitard. I don't know about how it compares to the various games though since I haven't played through them.

The games are pretty damn good for the most part, only a few of them reach 'Bad' level. Anyway, this is a slight derail from the topic at hand, and I certainly don't want to turn this into a "How Good Silent Hill Is" discussion thread.
>Massive bloated worm creatures composed of writhing cables and boiling oil can be seen slithering through the Fog, dragging anything they can find back to their nests.

>Ark station: Heracles

>One of the oldest safe havens in the known world, Heracles was once a shining beacon of mankind's strength and resilience in the face of the fog. It boasted a population of more than 1 million, and even allegedly boasted of additional space to carry livestock, recreational space, and even advanced manufacturing capabilities.

>Now, it stands dark and empty. The fog's encroachment grew particularly thick over the station during one year, and when it receded, not a single soul remained inside. Reports at the time claim hearing the sounds of screaming over the radios at the time, while others claim it sounded more like a massive celebration. In any case, no evidence has been found of any struggle or any survivors have been found.

On clear nights, some claim to still see lights on in it's windows.

>Don't trust anything mechanical in the Fog. It doesn't matter if it's a rusted out motorcycle.
>It might have something inside.

>There are a myriad different cults that worship the Fog and the Demons within it.
>Many of this cults are of the belief that once the world of flesh has been stripped away, and Humanity is truly erased, only then shall the faithful be ushered unto what they call "Grey Gaea".

>items stolen by the Wolves can be found at several sites piled nearly one hundred feet high
>such piles are left unguarded and the areas are notably void of Demons or Thralls
>theft of any item will bring a raid by the Wolves exactly one year later as they seek out the stolen item
>the person or persons in possession of it will then be surrounded by the Grey Wolves and subjected to a prolonged spray of fog

>Sometimes, fragments of blazing crystal will fall from the sky, and embed themselves in the ground.
>These "Star Fragments" seem to push the Fog away in a wide area, and act as a natural sourcell of illumination.

>People scramble to claim and live near these fragments. There desperation pushing them to inhuman acts.
>They do terrible things to eachother.
>Monsterous thing.

Some explorers claim to have weapons given to them by a Shade. These weapons are constructed out of high-end materials and even contain holographic interfaces which can give it's user useful and odd information.
Many explorers in safe zones have been killed and their shade-given weapons apparently stolen. Most people blame the wealthy collectors of fog artifacts for these deaths. A few people claim that the bearers of the shade-weapons didn't adhere to some sort of user agreement.

>an adventurer, either braver or stupider than the rest, once followed the grey wolves back to one such site
>once their prize was put on the pile they gathered and watched each other
>this apparently lasted for several hours before on of them began to fidget
>when all other eyes were on them it was like the suit he was wearing began to move unaturaly, bulging from within
.the other wolves butchered this individual with odd, clear glass knives
>the body within looked as human as anyone, though torn to pieces
>they then buried the corpse a few hundred meters away and left
.the adventurer is said to have gone into mining after that citing the hard, repetitive labour keeps is good for his body and mind
>his employer thinks he was holding out on him

every safe zone has a star fragment at it's center. Star fragments brighten and dim at predictable times. They appear to be absorbing power from the moons gravitational pull and the earth's magnetosphere. Obviously dimming results in the fog getting closer while increased brightness repels it.
Most safe zones have a public transit systems set up to evacuate citizens from a dimming safe zone to a brighter one. Small safe zones rely on carpools and distributing petrol/gasoline to everyone with a vehicle. Bigger safe zones make use of train yards.
Airports are typically found in mid-sized safe zones. Aircraft pilots cannot rely on radio signals so they make use of flashing lights and beacons.

>Large *things* drift in the air above the lower-most Fog layers, tendrils made of screeching flesh, grinding gears, and sizzling wires occasionally snapping out to catch things and pull them towards the main mass.
>It is said that once in a while, these Sky-Demons will blanket an entire Safe-Zone before taking off again, the space where the Safe-Zone once was being left completely void of all life.

Star fragments are notoriously fragile, making them difficult to move. This forces humanity to adapt a "make do" approach, making cities wherever they fall

There has been a few attempts to send rockets with human DNA samples or raw data sequences. This was done in the forlorn hope that the species would survive when the fog would claim all earth.

Some survivors eventually despair and leave safe zones to meet their end in the fog.

Similar people would just go for suicide but these people want to face the fog rather then roll over and die.

Local governments let them go as they remove a strain on limited ressources.

One veteran and more unhinged explorer once came back with an odd claim. She said to have found a fully functional gas station/convenience store on an isolated road.

The station was staffed by bored employees that didn't seem to worry about the fog and deamons surrounding them. The explorer apparently bartered some food from them and came back.

Subsequent expeditions did not find anything. The only proof the explorer had were empty bags of chips. Everyone concluded that the chips were fog food and the explorer hallucinated the station.

>Sometimes the Demons and Thralls are "kind" enough to grant the suicidal survivors wish for death by sending them back to their colonies as grossly mutated living bombs filled with Fog to explode and infect their entire Safe-Zone.

Some safe zones are powered by power plants and power grids deep inside the fog. No one knows how those stations keep providing power.

Everyone dreads the day their electrical power will get cut off. On the other hand, they don't have to pay for it.

>Many of the cults infesting the outskirts of the Lost World have many maddening and unholy rites that they perform in order to appease their demonic lords.
>One such rite has been called the "Liturgy Of A Ceaseless Void".
>On what this rite entail, we shall say no more.

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