On a lighter note, I finally settled on an RPG concept.
The year? 1934. The Old Ones are rising.
Unknown beasts roam the land. The dead have risen and they hunger, whatever authority exists is being overwhelmed, with only the insanely militarized or large nations keeping anything resembling order.
Each county is basically on its own. People vanish screaming in the night. Or go insane. Serial killers prowl the streets, whispered to by mad gods, the fabric of reality twists and screams with each new violation. Mad cultists roam the land. Vampires rule the night and the Werewolves stalk the woods. The military shoots first and then shoots some more. The cities burn.
Ships are dragged into the ocean by unseen monsters, docks and ports reek of blood and decay, sailors vanish from their posts at night. The end isn't coming. It's here.
Civilization is entering a death spiral.
Edited by Basilisk, Apr 01 2013 - 05:39 PM.
"Shall this great kingdom, that has survived, whole and entire, the Danish depredations, the Scottish inroads, and the Norman conquest; that has stood the threatened invasion of the Spanish Armada, now fall prostrate before the House of Bourbon? Surely, my Lords, this nation is no longer what it was! Shall a people, that seventeen years ago was the terror of the world, now stoop so low as to tell its ancient inveterate enemy, take all we have, only give us peace? It is impossible! ...My Lords, any state is better than despair. Let us at least make one effort; and if we must fall, let us fall like men!"
-William Pitt the Elder, before suffering a fatal stroke on the floor of the House of Lords.