Ubi Sunt
We can’t tell how far it is in the future.
The horrors from beyond the stars were invoked, somehow. Nobody can remember when. All everyone knows is that sometime in the past, they touched foot down on Earth–if a “foot” is the proper thing to call whatever appendage laid down on our soil. What should not be, and yet somehow still WAS, was now among us. To call us mere flies in its presence would be a misnomer, as even flies can be irritants–we would not even get the pleasure of being “irritating” to such a…THING.
Humanity was doomed.
No words could truly encompass what they did to the galaxy, much less to Earth. Sure, one could certainly describe. One could talk about how there are only three planets left, and how one of them is splintered into eight pieces. One could talk about how the sun is now barely flickering, only a slight puff of breath needed to douse it out. One could talk about how the radical changes in environment erupted every building in an explosion, oceans rising from their cages and clawing at the mainlands, volcanos disintegrating all that surrounded it and thousands of miles beyond.
But all of it would be mere superficialities. To try and describe the devastation would be futile–no words in any language could capture the emotional and physical trauma left on the survivors. The survivors who were simply a fraction of the human race as a whole, were now the only existing remnants of humanity.
The world now is…uninviting, to say the least.
Residue lay across every plain, as we constantly purge whatever areas surround us with whatever nuclear warheads we have remaining in our environment. The ground is nothing more than dirt and mud, tinged red with all of the blood that has been spilled over the ages. Every shadow hides spawns of cosmic horrors and their blasphemous anatomies, born from gibbering orifices and eldritch dreams.
And us humans? We’ve done all that we can do. We’ve learned to artificially create food through dug-up technology, and have rebuilt cathedrals and jails from stone and metal–but living in desolation hasn’t changed our love of life at all.
The land is poisoned and dying. Our home is destroyed.
But we’re still alive.
So we will live as we always have.
Enter the Ubi Sunt.
We are the Knights.
The time of our existence in this…wasteland have forced us to adapt our warfare. The only creatures we face now are these monstrosities, and so we’ve created specialized weapons to take them down. Our tactics are honed for bringing death to the deathless. We do not expect to take back this planet, but we will, at the very least, take back the right to live for those under our protection.
In every battle, hundreds of us die. But we take every corpse of ours and fight back tenfold. We use our corpses as weapons–in death and in life, we will purge the Earth.
