Post by Fenrir on May 31, 2007 11:58:33 GMT -5
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Year 2306, things have changed drastically since world war III. Using nuclear weapons, humans almost wiped themselves off the face of Earth. With half the planet in ruins, the humans had to do everything for themselves, they had to say goodbye to that easy life-style they used to have. Little now remain, scattered in small villages; Oosna being one of them. Communication was long lost, and now things have to be done ye old way— horses and dirt instead of cars and asphalt. Life here is hard, life expectancy is low, sickness and misery abound. This is the Wild West, wild, because nature has stood up to reclaim what was rightfully hers— it is a fact, humans are no longer the masters of Earth.
Dogs also fell with humans, the extreme poverty created by the two-legers fall made room for new cults, for new beliefs. The most important of them was Gimard's. Gimard believed that dogs were free to carve their own destiny, that they needed not of the humans’ all-controlling hands. He also believed, humans were not allies, they were just competitors, enemies. He believed dogs were destined to be the next lords of the planet, and that there was only room for one. Gimard said that humans had to die, that their time had come; but he lacked the strength to turn his words into actions.
Ten years have passed since then.
Year 2316, Gimard might be gone, but his teachings remained, and his cult, is slowly coming back to life. Believers are rising, and his pack has reborn from its ashes. They speak the same words than their inspiration, but this time, they will act.