For thousands of years, the Primordial Towers stood with their secrets. The world looked on with curious eyes until the cracking of the first led to millions of deaths. The nations of the world fight to take control of the other Towers and use the power to rise above the pits of conflict, their actions causing the land to be engulfed by unspeakable horrors. After countless centuries none can remember the start nor see the end. The wisest souls have chosen death before birth, yet far more continue to grow up to enter the slaughter. Among this endless cycle stand four young souls set to enter the fray to end all wars: The sniper who fights for survival at the chance for freedom The captain that wants to fix the world to his image The ace pilot clinging to the azure sky And the mechanized driver eager for death Each of them connected through their powers as espers, fighting for separate nations trapped in Perpetual War. *** Expect an update every other week! If you want to see more stories from CardForge and learn more about this one then head over to the blog - https://cardforge.net/
Upon the ancient planet of Chejeveck, colonized and Terra-Formed millennia ago by the bygone humans of the Era Of Starlight, is a culture decimated by war, famine and stagnation. After the collapse of the Era of Starlight, the planet has been rendered near uninhabitable through liberal use of nuclear warheads, space-vessel bombardments and orbital weapons platforms. What was left were the ruins of cities, factory-complexes and machine-yards. Vast planes of scrap metal and junk cover a major portion of the planet’s surface. Through untold centuries, the surviving humans here have strangled out an existence of misery and bloodshed as the ways of the past were forgotten and replaced with the ever-looming threat of destruction and the constant fight for survival. The ancestors once relied on the machines known as “ENHANCED LABOR UNITS”, or ELUs for short, to work the massive power plants, weapons factories, missile silos and everything else on the planet. Now, the people rely on these once magnificent machines to do war. Cannibalized, rebuilt, retro-fitted and upgraded; these once fusion-powered mech-suits rely on gasoline, coal, or electricity as they march across the wastes. The Scrap-Dunes, as they are called by some tribes, cannot be traversed by any wheeled vehicle, and thus the often two-legged, all-terrain, up to fifteen foot tall ELUs proved invaluable in the aftermath of the many wars fought on this planet’s soil. For the humans of Chejeveck, survival is won by the boot and metal of the ELUs and their pilots. As time claws onward, more history and more knowledge is lost; The Dust Takes All. The Rust Eats All. This book is dedicated to my love; Rachel.