The
Survivor splinter group was overcome with agoraphobia. They took
to their shovels and went back underground. And they tunneled. They
dug quite a distance; they don't really know how far, but even after
40 years, they're still digging. They went over their battle plans
to find out why the Evolved came so close to beating them, and they
hit the drawing boards for new vehicFle and weapon designs. They
think they've got it right this time, and so it's time to break
on through to the other side and smack some freaks up.
The Evolved
The
Evolved splinter group took to their bare heels and scarpered across
the land. They slowed down eventually, but their nomadic tendencies
kept them traveling, and gave them a lot of time to think. They
figured that the reason they had had quite a hefty mutated butt-kicking
was that they had stooped to the ways of the old humans - they had
used vehicles and other assorted technologies, and the Gods had
frowned upon them. They decided to rebuild their war parties using
only mutated animals and warriors. After 40 years, they're ready
for anything. And they're about to have to deal with everything.
The Series 9
Of
the nine series of robotsz, created to take over all the menial
tasks of humans, only one survived the great Nuclear War of 2079.
Most robots (Series 1-4) were designed for city use, and since the
cities were all targeted by warheads, well kaboom! The Series 9,
agricultural robots, were far enough from the cities to survive
the blasts. Sure, the radiation and shockwaves freaked them out
a little and they personally wiped out Series 5-8, but hey, everyone
can go a little billy every now and again, right? Anyway, it took
them many years to develop an understanding of what had happened
(the humans had destroyed their crops and their soil - and hence
their entire reason for existing), and took them more years still
to develop a new emotion - Anger. In 2140, the year of the Great
Surface War, they showed up, finally, to punish the humans, only
to find that the humans had plasma cannons and giant acid-spitting
scorpions, and all they had were forks and shovels. So they hit
their own drawing board, using ideas from the battles they had witnessed.
It's now 2179, a hundred years since they were rendered bored. They've
got the motive, they've got the weapons, and they've got no respect
for human life. At all. Time to crash a party.
The
Survivor splinter group was overcome with agoraphobia. They took
to their shovels and went back underground. And they tunneled. They
dug quite a distance; they don't really know how far, but even after
40 years, they're still digging. They went over their battle plans
to find out why the Evolved came so close to beating them, and they
hit the drawing boards for new vehicFle and weapon designs. They
think they've got it right this time, and so it's time to break
on through to the other side and smack some freaks up.
The
Evolved splinter group took to their bare heels and scarpered across
the land. They slowed down eventually, but their nomadic tendencies
kept them traveling, and gave them a lot of time to think. They
figured that the reason they had had quite a hefty mutated butt-kicking
was that they had stooped to the ways of the old humans - they had
used vehicles and other assorted technologies, and the Gods had
frowned upon them. They decided to rebuild their war parties using
only mutated animals and warriors. After 40 years, they're ready
for anything. And they're about to have to deal with everything.
Of
the nine series of robotsz, created to take over all the menial
tasks of humans, only one survived the great Nuclear War of 2079.
Most robots (Series 1-4) were designed for city use, and since the
cities were all targeted by warheads, well kaboom! The Series 9,
agricultural robots, were far enough from the cities to survive
the blasts. Sure, the radiation and shockwaves freaked them out
a little and they personally wiped out Series 5-8, but hey, everyone
can go a little billy every now and again, right? Anyway, it took
them many years to develop an understanding of what had happened
(the humans had destroyed their crops and their soil - and hence
their entire reason for existing), and took them more years still
to develop a new emotion - Anger. In 2140, the year of the Great
Surface War, they showed up, finally, to punish the humans, only
to find that the humans had plasma cannons and giant acid-spitting
scorpions, and all they had were forks and shovels. So they hit
their own drawing board, using ideas from the battles they had witnessed.
It's now 2179, a hundred years since they were rendered bored. They've
got the motive, they've got the weapons, and they've got no respect
for human life. At all. Time to crash a party. 