Blue Star, 2025.
Without warning, a cosmic rift tore through the sea of stars, unleashing the bizarre laws of Cthulhu from the endless depths of space upon the world. Scarlet mists shrouded the globe. History would remember it as the Cataclysm of World-Erosion.
The Old Ones awoke, Outer Gods whispered, Elder Gods looked down, and primordial shadows returned. Human civilization collapsed overnight. Skyscrapers crumbled, order vanished, and sanity was lost. The scarlet mists carried ultimate mental contamination. Prolonged exposure drove ordinary people’s SAN levels to zero, transforming them into mindless aberrations and servants of the Evil Gods.
The land was consumed by the uncanny. Seas sank into darkness, the sky mutated, the stars brought calamity, the bright moon devoured souls, and the blazing sun fell to demonic corruption. The surviving humans huddled in the few quarantine outposts and walled city-states left, clinging to life as sustenance for Evil Gods and the uncanny.
This is an ultimate apocalypse where sanity is a luxury, kindness is a death sentence, and only power and plunder can keep you alive. The stronger the supernatural, the more they can glimpse the truth of the depths of space, and the more easily they are assimilated by indescribable divinity and driven mad.
