Name of nation: They have long ceased claims to a name.
Species: Once, they were humans. Once. Once.
O̱͖̤̮ͮ̽ͩ̀̀̀n̯̯̼̼͕̲̫̘̝͐̄ͦ̕͟č̔҉͉̼ě̷̵̪̥̞̭̯̜͉̘͑̈ͭ͂͝.̗͕̦͋͌̈́̎ Now they are abominations. Anathema. STAY AWAY STAY AWAY STAY AWAY PLEASE DO NOT DISTURB THE SHADOWS
Description of government: The government of the anathema that used to be humanity is a mysterious thing. It is there, yet it is not. They have long since given up traditional leaders.
á-e-me-en ìri-zé-er igi-bad!Description of military: They have no official military, the closest that they've ever been theorized as having is the various horrors that lurk near the ruins.
DON'T BELIEVE THEM.me-li-e-a...Technological Overview: They have left little behind, nothing but strange ruins scattered across the galaxy, and strange artefacts of mysterious and magical power. Many have experimented on these artefacts, but few survived to tell the tale. However, with recent, these artefacts have been showing up more and more frequently. Everything from bombs to noisemakers, from medicine dispensaries to skin flayers. These artefacts have little consistency, rhyme, or reason. They can appear in the most unexpected of places, their purpose unknowable. However, applied with a certain type of illusory magic, a hole in causality can be formed from these artefacts.
This hole, this mysterious and eldritch hole, leads to what can best be described as a void. Logic ceases to exist, unseen machines clank, and places long past and present, swallowed into this void, can be explored. It is, however, filled with dangerous particle fields, capable of eating people alive and turning them into more particle fields. Like a ghostly plague. These fields are unaffected by magic, but electrical arks of the mundane quality work excellently in dispatching them.
The strange ruins are often found with long-abandoned research stations around them, the mysterious stations and outposts having never achieved their goal. Creatures considered only mythological roam nearby these ruins, from Wendigos to Blemmyes. Not only that, but the insides are often puzzling and eldritch, utilizing mysterious tools and inexplicably placed mazes, as an example, to progress through. However, whispers abound th
Ą̕T͞͠ ̷̵̧͜͜I̸͢͡͝͝S̸͘ ̡̕͠Ǹ͠O͏̢̢́͡T̢̨̕͞ ̶́͢T̸҉̶̛͞H͜͢͞Ȩ͞I̢͟Ŗ͘͢͡ ͟͜͢͟C̛̀͢͝O̸̢͏̡N͏̕͟͝Ş̧̧T͡͏̛͞R̨U̷̶҉̵͟Ć̷̶́̕T̷̛͢ ̷̶͜͢͝D̢͟͏̛O̶̴͞ ̢͢͡Ņ̨͜Ò̴̵̢͠T҉͏ ̀͞B҉̷̨̛͜R͏̵̷Ȩ̧͝͡Ą̕Ķ̛ ͘͏́͢T̴̛H̢E͘͝͞ ̢͘͡Ć͠O̢͏͢͠N҉҉҉̨̀Ţ̡͘͠A̷̷̢͝Į̷̸҉͘Ń̴́͠ḾE̡̕͠N̸̵̡͜͞T҉ ̷̴̛̀́I̶̷̢͡ ̶̨͡B̡̢͜͡E̵͘G̸̀͠ ̴̵̵͟Ǫ͜F҉ ̧͞Y̵̵͢Ò̷͡U̕̕ ̴̢̢͜T̶̵H̶̴̡̡͞Ȩ̸͘͟҉ ̢̕S͏͡U͞҉͡͏͞Ǹ̡̕͠ ̨͝͡T̀̀͜H̨̛E̢̕ ̶̧̀́͢S̷҉̀͠U͘҉̸͜Ǹ̵̡͟͝ ̸̨͜҉T̀͢͡͏͘H̴̸́҉E͞͏͏́ ̡̡͢Ş̛́U̵͢͝Ǹ͝͞ ̵̢̛̀́T̴҉̢̧͜Ḩ̛͘̕͜È̷̢̨ ̢̢S̨̀Ú͞N̴̶͠ ̕͢T̶͠H̵͘͟͞E̵͠ ͏́̀S͝U̢͘͘͞N̕͞at these ruins are not of regular creation, but are built to contain some vast horror. Nevertheless, many research efforts by many long lost races have taken place, evidenced by the hulks of bloodied and lost constructions around them.
ki-lul-la, ki-in-dar, é-a-nir-ra: urudu e-re-sì-ki-in ina úmun, en-nu-ùa-ak ina lúír-lá-ene.Cultural Overview: Ever since their fall from grace, humanity has lost it's culture. Only a semblance, a joke, remains. They've long since given up the arts and philosophy, their existence only to prevent another fall. I hope. We hope. Please stop another fall. Please, I beg of you humanity if you are still there never again protect the sickly sun the guardian must never let it open the fall the fall the fall. The
S̵̨̕͠Ų̡̛N̢͞͠ ̶̴͘͢͠I̸͟͞͏S̷̵̵̡͢ ̵͘͝͝S̨̕͡I͜͜Ć҉͝K̵̡̀͞ ̴̧̨͟͢Į̷̛͠S̛͘͢ ̵̵̨̕S̢̛͡I̷͟Ć͢͞K̕͟ ̕͏̧̧I̷͜͠S̷̢̛̀͢ ̡̕͏͠S̨̀̕I̶̷̛C̛͘͝͏̷K̢͠ ͟I̛̕҉̸Ś͟ ̴̧̀͘͞S̡͝Í͠C̡̕͟K̡̧̢̀͢I̷͜Ş͝S̛̀Ì̴͟͡C̢҉K̀͘͏̶̢S͜҉͟͠I̢̕͝͡͠S̵̶C̴͢͢K̵̛͘͜͝I̴̸͝S̸̀͢͠K̸̸͘͟͝C̡͜͞͠K̀҉S͟͞I̸͢͞S̛҉̢̢C͞҉K͏̶̧͞ ͏̡͝Y͟͠͞O͏̨̕͢͟U̕͜͞ ̢B̵̷̡̧͝Ư̴̶̛T̶̡͡C͏̸̡͡H̀͘̕͟É́R̶̶̛̀S̵̵̢̢ ́͡B̴̡͢͡U̶̧̕T̡͟͏C̷͢H͏̵͜͡͞E̷͜҉̧̕R̢͟͝S̵͢͜ ͏̧͞Y͜͏̷O͟͏̀U̵̵ ́͢͞B̸̴̵̕̕U҉͜͞T̵͡H́͟͏̀͝C̴͡Ḩ́È̛R̢̛͜͞͏S̢͞͞҉S҉̧҉̵S̵̷̸̛͠ ̶͝͞ void is seemingly connected to this culture, yet they do not inhabit it. Their true home is but a mystery.
i.menden ina nam-ab-ba issa, nam-nu-tar nam-diir, i.menden lúní-áaHistory: Earth, that shining jewel, once held life upon it. Earth, the lost cradle. Earth, the jewel of the fall. From it sprang forth the various creatures of Terran descent, from dinosaurs to fish. From fish to humanity. They were a relatively young species, humanity. Thousands of years ago, before the fall, they lived and loved as much as any other creature. Before the fall, they were human. Before the fall, they had a chance. They were at first, a prehistoric species.
From bashing rocks together to creating fire, they worshiped their gods and slowly advanced. They were persistence hunters, running down their prey through sheer endurance.
T̸̶̶̢̢H̶̕͢͏̧È̛͡ ͏̴̨̕F̶͘͜Ą̢̀̀҉Ĺ̷̢͜L̛͢ ̸҉Ţ҉̨H̸̨E̸͘͟͝ ̛̀́͠͠S̸̶̨̕I͏͘͘͞Ć͟Ķ́͡E̶̸N̡͢E̕͞D͡҉͢͜ ̸̢̛͜S̷̨͠Ù̸̧̢̢N̨͢ ͟͏T҉̢́H͘͞É̢͜ ̵͠M͘͜͠Ì̷̛͟͜Ś͢T͜͠À̷̛͘͠K̴͘͘͠͝E҉̷̀ ̵̢̀͡͞Y̕͢͠Ǫ͟͞Ư͞͏ ͠҉̕M̶̧͢͜Ò̶̡͢͜Ǹ̸̀͝S̷̢T̷̷͜͡͡E͏̶̢͢R̡̡̕͡͠S̷͡ ̴̡̢̛Y̷̴̨O̴̡͢͢͏U҉͟ ̶̨B́U҉̡҉͏T͢͞Ç͝H̶̢̡E̡͢R̴̢͘S̨̀͠ ́͞͏̧D̴̷O̶͢͝͡ ̨̡N̶̷̵̸͝O͟͝T̢̛͝͠͞ ͜͞R҉͝҉͏̸È͜҉̷P̀É̴͘͟A̸̢͘͠͡T̀͟͜͞ ̨͢͡T̵̡͝H̨͢Ę̵̴̸I̶̧R͢͏͜͡͠ ͏̢M̶̡̨̀̀I̛͏̸S̸̡̛͏͏T̡́͢͡A̴͏K̀҉E͡͠ ̷̷̧͘͘I͘҉ ̷̨̛̕͟B̷̢̢̡͠E̸͜͏G̶̶̢̛͟ ̴͞͞O̡͢͏̀F̷̡̕͠ ̸́͜͠Y̨͘͢͠͠O̷̴̕Ú҉,̵̶͢ ̶̨̕D̨͢͏͞O̷̧͢͠ ̸̛̀͡N҉̷Ǫ̛́͜T̸̸̛́ ̸̶̵̀͜B͏̵̀E̴͜͜ ̧҉̢L̨̨͢͡I̛͡҉̨K̵͟E̴ ̨͏̶̧T̴̶͢͝H̷̸Ȩ̀͢͠҉M̸̨͞ Gifted with sentience and intelligence, they had a bright future. A bright future. A bright future a bright future what went wrong please tell me why oh god why please. Noone knows when the fall happened.
Nobody remembers. Nobody knows. Nobody wants to know. It is best forgotten. Please forget it. The fall never happened. The Earth never existed. Please. You have to listen.
D̨̢͢͠͝Ơ͏͞ ̴́̀̕͟N҉̷̶̢͜Ò̷͜͠T̡̀̀͢ ̸̡̀̕͢L̵͏̡͜I͝͞S̢̡̧͘͜Ţ̛̀͟͠E̶̷Ń̕ ̵̵̵͟Ţ̸̴H҉̴̸E̴̡̕͟ ̸́̀͞S̷̸͜͟I̷̷͝C̴̨͡K̵̡͢E̡̧͠N͞͏E҉̵̨͜͡D̵̶̸̛ ̷̢͏̡̀S̀Ù̴̵N̵͢҉̢ ͏̶̴̛͢C̷̨͢͏Á̶̢͘N̡N҉̢O̸͞͞T̨͘ ̵̡͞͠B͡͝E͜͏͝ ̨͝͠F̴͡O̸͢R̴͢͜G̴̷͟͞Ó̴́́̀T̵̴̡̧͝T͢͞E̸̛̕͜N҉̶̨͝ ̧̧͝͞T̸̷̵̵̸H̸̨̛̀͜Ȩ͘͘͢͠ ̵̕M͟͢͡E̷̡̢̛͝T̷̡̧A̶̕͡͞Ļ͞ ̵͜͟͝͝B̸̢̛̕E̵I̴̢N͞G͜҉͠ ̵W̸̧͟͏̕Á̸̴S̷̷̡ ͡͞Ḿ͏A̴͞D͏̴͝Ȩ̶̨̧́ ̸̶T́͘͢͡O̵̧͝ ̷̡́͘͞G҉҉Ú͘͟A̵̡̕҉͝R̶͡҉D̴̡̡̀͡ ͘͜I̧͠͏̢́T̶̨̕͢͟ ̧̀͘͜͝T̢̧̛̕͞H̡̛E̛̛̛̕ ̡̢F̷̀͡͡A̵̴͢҉͘L̛͞Ĺ̷̶͡ ̸͜͟C̸A̡̧̕N͜҉N̵̕͠O͏T̨̀͞͡͞ ̡͢͠Ḩ̨A̧͟͢͞҉P̵P̡҉͏E̴̢̛Ņ̢͢͜͏ ͏͘Á̴͟G̶̡̀́A̢͜͡͠I̵̡̕̕N̵̸̵͜͟ ̧͞D̨̀͜͏O̶̧͟ ̷̕Ǹ̴̸͝Ó̸̸̧̀T̢̛ ̴̸̡̕F̛͘͡͡Ò̧͞͠R̸̢͏͠͞G̢͏̀͟͞È̸̛́͠Ţ̸͘͠ ̵̶̡͜͠D́͜͝Ǫ̸͝͞͠ ҉̡N̢͡O͞҉̢T̷̴́͜͠ ̕҉̶̛̕F̶͟Ó̶̕R͢͞Ǵ͢͝E̡̡͘̕Ţ̸̡̛ ̴̶̶̢̡O̵R̷͘͘̕ ̷̸̡̢Ì̷̕͝T͟͏̛̀͢ ͝W̧̡̧͘I̵̶̡L̡L̶̷ ̢̀͢͝A̴̸L͏̕͞Ĺ͜͏̷ ̢̛B͢͡Ȩ͞ ̷́҉F̕͏̸O̶͜͝R͘͝ ̕N̢͟O̸͜͜͟Ţ̴͏̸͠H̵͘͟͡I̸̷̧̧N̸͘͟͝G̴̕͡҉͜Humans were snuffed out before Babylon existed. The fall took all. Now all that is left is the sun. No more planets orbit it. Nothing but a ship. A ship beyond the technology of the peoples of Earth. Upon it, the metal being, the guardian. Do not talk to the metal being. It will not respond. It guards. It guards. Do not go to that wretched place. The fall. THE FALL. THE FALL. THE FALL. No more humans are visible to the universe or the four beings. Nothing but the automaton, the guardian of the sun. The guardian against the fall. The keymaster.
The outer perimeter of the sun is filled with the wrecked ship hulks of civilizations long past. Their intentions just as mysterious as their origins. For reasons not known, each hulk contains naught but a single key. A single key. Throw it into space. It is not meant for your hands. They are not for your hands.
T̶̶̷̀͘H̡̀͜͠Ȩ̴ ̛͢͡G̴̨̡̧U̧͝A͟Ŕ̸́̕͜D̷̡̡͞I͜҉́À̶̢̨͞N̡҉͜҉ ̕͘͢T̵͠H̕͏̴E̡͘͢͡ ̛͘͢͜G̴̨̀͢U̴̕͞A̵̕͟R͜͠D͘͏I̴̵̸̷̢À͢͢͝Ǹ̢͢͝͠ ̶̷̡̨T̷͠͏H̶̛͘E҉̸ ͘͞҉̢̧G̴̸̸͞Ư͡͞͝Á̴̢̢̕R̸͝҉͘D͟͡I̴͝A͟͟N̶̷̸͡ ̵̸̢͘T̢͟H̀̕E͏̴̧͡͡ ̷͟͠G̸҉U͘͜͏͢A̕͜͜͡҉Ŕ̷͢D̕͞I̷͜A͢͏͜͠͠N̢̢̢͜. May another fall never happen.
Where the humans have gone is not known. Why they are gone is not known. Why they did it is known only to them. Why did they do it please tell me why why why.
T̴̕Ḩ̀͘͘͢É͞ ̴̧F̧Ą͢ĻĻ̛́͟ ̸̸̸̢҉W̨̢̡͘͝A͏̢͟͟͞Ş̧́ ͏T̀͜H̴̨̀͘͟Ę̕͟͡Í̴̛́͢R̛͠ ̵̡̡͝͡Ǫ̷Ẁ̵̷͟͡Ń̷́͘ ̡҉͝F̸́́̕A̶̛Ú҉̧͝L̵͢T͏̧͝,̷͏ ͜͞҉̶T҉̛͡͏H̶̨̕E̕͏Y̴̛ ͏͜C҉͡͏͘O̧̡̡͟U̴҉̵L̶̸͠D͘͏̷͝҉ ͡͏̸N̷O͏҉T̡̡̢ ̵͜Ļ̴̨E̡̧̡͟A̢̛͟V̴͟͠E̶҉̶ ̷̨͏͡W̧͜͞H̢̛͝A̧͢͏T̸̷ ͟S̷̡H̛̀͢O҉҉Ư̧L̕̕̕Ḑ͟͠ ͝B͜͏͞E̢͢͞͡ ̕Ų͜͜Ņ̕͜͟͟T̶͢Ơ͏̢Ư͡C̶̸̛͠H̀̀͏̶̕É̴̸͡D́͠͏ ̵͢͞À̷̵̶͟Ĺ̸̛O̸̧͠҉Ņ̷̀͘È̢̀͜ Please, I beg of you. Do not go there. The fall. It must never happen again. Some things are best left untouched.
May the creators and the four beings help us all. May the universe protect us.
M̨A̵̶͢͢͝Y̕͠҉ ̴̢T̨͝H̨͜͢͢E̸̢͝ ̷́͠C̡͠͝R̢͟͟͝E͏̵̷A͟͜͞͡T̷͜҉O͝Ŗ̷̡̕̕S͏̷̧̕͡ ̀͝ÀN̨̧͢D̛̀ ҉҉͘͠T̷̛́͢͝H҉͡͡Ę̵̢ ̀҉҉̢͡F̴͝O̴͡U̧҉̨͠Ŗ̛͝ ҉̨͝B̴͢E̷̢̧I̵̷̶͟N͘̕͠Ģ͘͘͜S͘ ̀͠H̨̧͘͜É̕͟Ĺ̷͘͞P͢͏̨͏ ̴̸̀U̶̢̕͜͡S̴̸̛͜҉ ̶̛́͘A̕͘͢L̵̷L̶̀ ҉͢M̵͢͞A͠͏҉҉̷Y̶̸̨̨ ̸̧Ţ͢͡͞H̡͝E҉̛ ̨͞͠Ư̸͟͜͠Ǹ̢͟I͝͏V͏̛́͠Ȩ̛̕R̵̛͜͢S̶É̴͘͜͢ ̸͘P̴̧̡R̡̕͠O̡͘T̴̷͝͡͠E̢͏͡C̢͞T̵̸̨͟͜ ̧҉͠U̷̶̵̢Ś͞siskur, siskur ina na sukkal...no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO
T̛̀͜͞H̨̛͟͞͝E͢͠Y̶̵͡͡͠ ̵̷̀͢A̧̨͘͘͜R̷Ȩ̶͠ ̷̶̢͠Ḩ̸̶͜͜Ę̴̵́́R̶̢͡͝Ę̸̛̕̕Other:
nu-me-en-na-ta, na!
