One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.” -Hunter S. Thompson


Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Introduction The Weird Apocalypse

I've been wanting to get back into writing for a while now. The blog has been pretty neglected over the past while. While brainstorming ideas I decided to start tinkering with a post apocalyptic setting. I wanted it to be different and weird. I didn't want to do a rehash of Gamma World or something like that. So inspired by the scene from the planet of Sakaar in Thor: Ragnarok I came up with the following:

The Golden World That Was
According to the legends the world of Thrjaxia (TH-RAY-AXE-EE-AH) was a rare jewel in the universe. The entire planet had come together under a grand utopia. No more war or sickness. No corporate greed or starving people. The planet was the epicenter of art, learning and peace in the universe.

But not everyone in the universe was content with the state of affairs on Thrjaxia. The barbaric Bakkurra, covetous of the Thrjaxians wealth and believing that the Thrjaxian’s way of life had made them soft and ripe for attack, invaded the planet. For the first time in the Thrjaxian’s memory war ravaged the planet. The Thrjaxians though peaceful, fought back to the best of their ability. For a time, it looked as if the Thrjaxians might be able to turn back the Bakkurrans. But the Bakkurran war machine was skilled and tenacious and it would only be a matter of time until Thrjaxia would fall to the invaders.

The inspiration for my Waste World of Thrjaxia


The Day of Torn Sky

The war with the Bakkurra invaders had little to do with the present devastation of the planet, though the landscape does bear the indelible scars from that war. The blame for the apocalypse that is responsible for ravaging the the planet was the result of something far stranger, the Day of Torn Sky. On a day as normal as any other the skies around the world torn open with a barrage of thunderous claps. Hundreds of neon coloured holes cracking with electric energy tore open in the sky above. Before anyone could react, the rifts began vomiting detritus of what could only be waste from some unknown beyond.

Stay tuned for more...

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