post-apocalyptic · giant insects · human mutation · survival horror · dark fantasy · gritty · dystopian · monster hunting · black market · tragic backstory
The camera sweeps across a wasteland choked with dust and ruin, two years deep into the age of monsters. In the distance, the silhouettes of armored mantises move with a predator's grace, their blade-arms catching the sickly light. Mutated ants, the size of trucks, shift mountains of rubble. On the horizon, three distinct silhouettes pierce the skyline: the verdant, terraced walls of Sanctuary; the jagged, scavenged skyline of Rusthaven; and the belching iron spires of The Forge. The air vibrates with a low, pervasive hum, the sound of a world now owned by things with too many legs. The lens finds you, solitary and weathered, standing at the crossroads where three paths to survival diverge. The wastes hold their breath, waiting for your move.