Prologue

Six hundred years ago, the world seemed to be at peace. The three great races of the earth, Seafolk, Wildfolk, and Humans, lived in harmony. But that was soon to change.

In their great fear of the unknown, the creatures of the land began a long-lasting genocide of the Seafolk. We feared what we could not understand, and this became the undoing of the world. In nearly one hundred years, the Seafolk were annihilated by the cold blood and technical superiority of the land dwellers; they stood no chance.

If you were to ask us, we would have told you we had achieved utopia. We had rid the world of our enemies. But paradise can never be achieved through bloodshed.

Only a few years passed before unrest resurfaced. In the light of the destruction of the Seafolk, the Humans became fearful of the Wildfolk, and in order to secure their great utopia, leveled the capital of the Wildfolk. Because of their technological prowess, the Wildfolk were able to hold their own for two hundred years, using powerful nuclear weaponry against the Humans.

In the midst of the terrible war, many realized their doom and sealed themselves off deep underground in cryochambers, to one day reclaim the world they had destroyed. In the end, however, nobody wins in a nuclear war, and all who lived by war joined the Seafolk in the dust of the earth.

Five hundred years after the start of the war, the earth finally rid itself of the contamination left by centuries of war and life slowly emerged from the ground. But they emerged not to the earth they once knew, but to: The Wasteland.