I came from the midst of broken things.
I came from nothingness and walk toward legend. The people will follow in my footsteps.
Become a god? Who could presume to become one? You might just end up a disciple of an evil god.
Countless paths to godhood, unfathomable depths, and continent after continent. Here, three withered suns and four dying moons shine down on demons, missionaries, fishfolk, apothecaries, soul artisans, bloodkin, giants, dragons, the undead... Countless rivals stand along the path to godhood. Who will trample whom beneath their feet?!
Missionary: I came from nothingness and will depart into the future. The people will follow in my footsteps.
Undead: The living are alive, and the dead are still alive, too.
Wanderer: I long for delicious food every day. That would make me happy. Living is agony for them, so Hell will take care of them.
(The main focus is still Cthulhu Mythos, though there are also some supernatural elements.)
