• This game is under the Sci-Fi, Apocalyptic & Survival genres.
  • The game system is Darwin's World.
to save atlantis
You grew up in the valley. It is everything and the only place you know. Surrounded by the towering walls of god-stone, the valley was perfect. With all the other children in the city, you ate the food grown and prepared by god’s servants, the metal men serviced by the priests. Taken from your parents at a young age, you and the other children were raised by god’s servants and taught by the priests. The best, the smartest, the strongest children were eventually segregated and their skills honed.

Outside the hallowed halls of the Temple, the entire population was spread over the valley in small communities connected by the god-rails and the god-roads. Even using the god-roads, it took well over a week to walk from one end of the valley to the other end of the valley, regardless of the direction. In these spread out communities, the population, artisans all, made the same parts again and again. Each month, these parts were collected by the priests. The priests used these parts to keep A.T.L.A.N.T.I.S., the god, happy. A.T.L.A.N.T.I.S. kept the weather warm, the rain falling at night and made sure that every person needed nothing. Life was easy and safe with A.T.L.A.N.T.I.S. predicting future events and controlling them for his people.

Engraved over the Temple doors were seven words in the old language, which a priest translated for the children one day. The elderly priest, speaking slowly, voice amplified by hidden means, read the words, “What was, was is, what will be.” It was left to each child to interpret those words and the words were never repeated by a priest again; lost eventually in the long hours of the everyday.

The days was filled with training. Everything from basic crafting for all, military training for the best and for a special few, reading. The classes got smaller and smaller. Different groups were split up to be provided focused training. Some became priests. More returned home to live the lives of their parents. The years flew by.

It is now and fifteen years have passed since the priests first came to your parents’ home. You, and 15 other people have continued to train. Tomorrow, you have been told, is the final test.