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Immersive game on a remote exoplanet
the path of
holy comet Axtavia
foretells the world's destiny
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Survival, betrayal and intrigue
a despotic ruler, a barren planet,
four warring factions
Human ships operated by the Landing Union arrive on the tidally-locked planet and establish civilization around its habitable twilight zone. Very little is known about prior events including the colonists' motives or origin.
The Landing Union begins to decay. In the final meeting between Union politicians and the military junta, the Union votes unanimously to dissolve itself and encrypts all of its knowledge. The metropolitan republic that arises rules over a prosperous civilization for nearly three thousand years. Most of the planet's habitable areas develop into urban sprawl.
The metropole, which controlled all of the land in the twilight ring (and even the vast subterranean systems beneath it), disintegrates into factions. Decades of territorial war follow, obliterating much of the cityscape.
A powerful being known as The Creator descends from the heavens and quickly seizes power. There is little resistance. Some accounts indicate that the world was given up in a faustian pact of betrayal. The Creator's servants roam the planet, crushing all opposition.
In a brutal act of suppression known as The Re\/erse, most modern technologies, including metallurgy and writing, are outlawed outside the capital quarter. Many populated areas are reduced to primitive means, giving life to a thriving black market.
The periodic comet Axtavia is visible in the skies, blazing azure at its perihelion. A cult of worshippers devoted to the celestial body forms and is quickly branded an illegal terrorist organization. The Creator's justicar is heard to remark that any rogue brazen enough to wear blue regalia in the capital city will be executed on the spot.
The reclusive Creator rules the world from a derelict ship deep within the capital and is ever seen only by its closest attendants. Indigenous life forms, poisoned by pollution and hunted to near-extinction, grow increasingly deadly. People scatter to the farthest reaches of the realm to avoid the terrible Creator, its dread servants, and the criminal mafias in their shadow.
The time is now. The year is 3444. The weather is fair, with a slight northeasterly wind smelling of ozone.